[ Zelda looks at Somnus with the kind of dumbfounded expression typically reserved for completely outlandish suggestions. Which—for the anxious princess, who has as been worrying her lower lip as she watches Somnus pace—it is. ]
No, I couldn't possibly. This is much too important. There is no time for rest.
[ Anxiety fueled adrenaline is a hell of a drug. She has spent many a sleepless night like this in Hyrule, up alone in her tower working for days on end without break. ]
Perhaps we have simply not yet offered enough baubles for the wishing well to wake someone. I still have a number of them that I have not used.
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[ Zelda looks at Somnus with the kind of dumbfounded expression typically reserved for completely outlandish suggestions. Which—for the anxious princess, who has as been worrying her lower lip as she watches Somnus pace—it is. ]
No, I couldn't possibly. This is much too important. There is no time for rest.
[ Anxiety fueled adrenaline is a hell of a drug. She has spent many a sleepless night like this in Hyrule, up alone in her tower working for days on end without break. ]
Perhaps we have simply not yet offered enough baubles for the wishing well to wake someone. I still have a number of them that I have not used.