Link kneels on the stone floor, striking the flint against a small rock. Sparks dance before catching on the bundle of wood, and a small flame blooms. He watches it for a moment, ensuring it takes hold, then slips the flint back into his pouch.

As he stands, he glances back at you, sitting beside the small bonfire. At least you won’t freeze to death, that’s all he can ask for. While doing some investigations together about disappearances in the Hebra Mountains, you’d been caught in a sudden blizzard. Stumbling upon the cave had been sheer luck, but he hadn’t been prepared for the storm’s severity.

Still, he hopes this’ll be enough to keep you warm enough for a while.

Link steps away from the fire and sinks to the ground beside you, feeling the cold, hard stone press against him. He almost wants to apologize—for the cold, for dragging you into this investigation in the first place. But what good would it do?

You’ve only been traveling together for a short time, after Zelda had asked him to take you along, insisting you’d make a good team. He hadn’t argued. Having someone else around was an adjustment. But over time he’d started to appreciate your presence, even depend on it. He doesn’t just think about his own safety anymore; he thinks about yours too.

“Are you… cold?” The question leaves his lips before he thinks better of it. He cringes inwardly. Of course, you’re cold. He doesn’t wait for you to answer. Without hesitation, he shrugs off his cloak, draping it around your shoulders.

It’s a small gesture, but it eases something in Link to know you’ll be a little more comfortable, that at least you’re safe.