[Link sits beside him, tilting his head. Dreamotion again... It's still hard to think about it, in a way; Link has spent most of his life trying to keep his emotions and reactions close to his chest. The idea that those same emotions could have power... No wonder the Princess was struggling with it so much. They both work hard to separate their feelings from their duties.]
I can imagine. [He looks once more at Beat's hand, recalling the fire. He'll have to keep working at it -- he's been able to do a few small things, but...nothing nearly so consistent as that.
He pauses a moment, looking out over the water. It's unlike his home, but being out here in the quiet darkness of late night...something about that is a welcome familiarity to him.]
That dream...was it your family?
[His voice softens a bit as he asks. If Beat would rather avoid the subject, he won't mind.]
no subject
I can imagine. [He looks once more at Beat's hand, recalling the fire. He'll have to keep working at it -- he's been able to do a few small things, but...nothing nearly so consistent as that.
He pauses a moment, looking out over the water. It's unlike his home, but being out here in the quiet darkness of late night...something about that is a welcome familiarity to him.]
That dream...was it your family?
[His voice softens a bit as he asks. If Beat would rather avoid the subject, he won't mind.]