[ A feeling of calm settles over Zelda as she reads his words, like a blanket on a chill night. Reassurance helps to settle her restless mind, laying to rest some of the worries that have plagued her since her arrival and paving the way for sleepiness to creep back into her mind.
She sinks a little lower into her bed, an amused smile tugging her lips as Satan complains about his brothers. Growing up as an only-child, Zelda often wished she had a sibling to share her lonely life with, especially after her mother died. She'd like to think that she would get along perfectly with any sibling she could have had, but even Zelda realizes that's probably wishful thinking. She tries to think back over the months to remember if she has met Mammon before, but a second face similar to Satan's isn't coming to mind. (And she's getting too drowsy to think to check the journal directory.)
As Satan calls her out on her worry about people prostrating themselves before her, she blushes a little bit with embarrassment. ]
Well, not regularly, but it happens sometimes. [ Read: almost never. ] Perhaps I exaggerated a bit. In my defense, all cultures have different royal etiquette, including within Hyrule. I simply thought perhaps those from other worlds might be accustomed to more rigid formalities.
[ She's still exaggerating. Zelda has absolutely know idea how formally or casually people in Songerein are going to treat royalty. Her only experience so far has been when she met Prince Hans, who entreated her to address him informally as just 'Hans.'
Oh.
That's probably what she could have done this whole time. Zelda recalls specifically that she barely batted an eye at Hans's request. Her reaction to Hans is probably closer to how most dreamwalkers will react to her royal title, not the frantic kowtowing Zelda is fretting about.
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She sinks a little lower into her bed, an amused smile tugging her lips as Satan complains about his brothers. Growing up as an only-child, Zelda often wished she had a sibling to share her lonely life with, especially after her mother died. She'd like to think that she would get along perfectly with any sibling she could have had, but even Zelda realizes that's probably wishful thinking. She tries to think back over the months to remember if she has met Mammon before, but a second face similar to Satan's isn't coming to mind. (And she's getting too drowsy to think to check the journal directory.)
As Satan calls her out on her worry about people prostrating themselves before her, she blushes a little bit with embarrassment. ]
Well, not regularly, but it happens sometimes. [ Read: almost never. ] Perhaps I exaggerated a bit. In my defense, all cultures have different royal etiquette, including within Hyrule. I simply thought perhaps those from other worlds might be accustomed to more rigid formalities.
[ She's still exaggerating. Zelda has absolutely know idea how formally or casually people in Songerein are going to treat royalty. Her only experience so far has been when she met Prince Hans, who entreated her to address him informally as just 'Hans.'
Oh.
That's probably what she could have done this whole time. Zelda recalls specifically that she barely batted an eye at Hans's request. Her reaction to Hans is probably closer to how most dreamwalkers will react to her royal title, not the frantic kowtowing Zelda is fretting about.
Whoops. ]