Link hums peacefully as you thread your fingers through his blond hair. It's soft, which may surprise you, considering the kind of insanity he gets himself into every day.

He's not really paying attention to what you're doing to his hair, focused on sharpening his blade for your next endeavour. He trusts you; at least enough to know you won't chop all his hair off.

Then there's a little tug on his hair, and he winces. Link tilts his head to look behind him, his questioning gaze meeting yours.