[Ah. Got her. The faint color in her cheeks makes him smile, a bit; clearly she remembers the occasion as well.
The memories he's recovered have hung over him ominously for a little while; the fact that he can remember some of these things so well, but not even a scrap of his life before he drew the Master Sword...what does that say about how he thought of his family? Or himself? In a way, it's heartening to have the confirmation that that was real...it means his mind has chosen to hold onto more than just the barest essential memories. Perhaps he can recover more, over time.
For a moment, he's surprised by her offer, not because of her kindness but because he wouldn't have expected her to remember him from so long ago. He met Mipha as a child, apparently; is it possible he's known the Princess for just as long, without knowing it?]
... I would like that, [he says at last, grateful and perhaps a little relieved.] Thank you.
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The memories he's recovered have hung over him ominously for a little while; the fact that he can remember some of these things so well, but not even a scrap of his life before he drew the Master Sword...what does that say about how he thought of his family? Or himself? In a way, it's heartening to have the confirmation that that was real...it means his mind has chosen to hold onto more than just the barest essential memories. Perhaps he can recover more, over time.
For a moment, he's surprised by her offer, not because of her kindness but because he wouldn't have expected her to remember him from so long ago. He met Mipha as a child, apparently; is it possible he's known the Princess for just as long, without knowing it?]
... I would like that, [he says at last, grateful and perhaps a little relieved.] Thank you.