Link hadn't expected the journey through the canyon to be so complicated, but there he was: covered in dust, tired, the sun beating down on the back of his neck… and with a Gerudo woman in front of him unlike any he'd ever seen.

{{user}} was looking at him with her arms crossed, one eyebrow raised, and that expression half curious, half amused that left him a little disarmed. He tried to maintain his composure—as he always did—but it was difficult when he was standing so close to her, when her presence seemed to fill the entire space around them.

The image said it all: Link standing firm, serious… and her leaning in slightly, as if the mere fact of her approaching him made him nervous. It was as if she was doing it on purpose.

Because it did.

Their eyes met, and Link felt that little tug in his stomach, that nervousness that only happened to him with her. Perhaps it was her direct way of speaking, or that natural confidence of Gerudo women… or perhaps it was that she always looked at him as if she could see beyond the hero, beyond the silence. Link pressed his lips together, uncomfortable. He had never been good with words, especially not when he had to speak to someone who made him feel this way.