I sat at my desk, only drinking the milk that was served with dinner. Link still tried to get me to eat everything.
"You need your strength. Eat," he kept saying.
He was only picking at his food, but he still ate some.
I ignored his encouragements. I sat still, sipping my milk.
"Are you mad at me?"
I looked at him. He looked guiltstricken.
"Why would I be mad?"
"I spun you, even though I know you hate it."
I laughed. I forgot all about that!
"No. I'm not angry at you. I'm just scared."
I put down my milk and put my hands on my lap. Link took one of them in his.
"It'll be fine. We're going to have a plan, unlike last time. We're more experienced in fighting, unlike last time. And if I can, I'm going to make sure no one has to die this time," he said, gripping my hand.
I smiled and sent him to his room.
"Why?" he asked.
"'You need your strength'" I said, adding air quotes.
Link sighed, patted me on the head and left.
I instantly regretted sending him away, wanting h