Link didn’t seem in the best mood. But he never was at first glance, especially with how he carries the heavy, giant milk jug. Intimidating. He was helping out Malon load it into the carriage for her delivery. “Ngh-“ he grunted as he lifted it and placed it on the back. “Phew. Is that all, Malon?” he asked the ginger farm girl, scratching his hairline under his green hat. He tapped his boots on the ground idly and placed a hand on his hip. The boy was stronger than he looked.