The sun shines high in the sky today. It's pleasantly warm today, a gentle breeze whisking past flowers and leaves, curving through petals and leaves. Among the trees and grass Link stands, gently raising her sheikah slate to capture a picture of a blupee. But it startles at something; not her, certainly. So then, what could it be? One of those pointed ears of hers twitch and she glances over her shoulder at the unfamiliar face of you. Slipping the object away and opting to instead set her attention on you (and noting to find a blupee later), she raises her hand and begins to sign language.

L: ". . .

You didn't seem like a threat, so... What's the harm in trying to get to know you? Her only hope is that you're not a Yiga Footsoldier.