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SWORD IS SHEATHED ONCE THE THREAT IS GONE. All while he shakes his head and lets the strain of battle fade from his stance before replying ❝ he didn't so much as graze me ❞ and adjusting his clothes as if to emphasize they remained undisturbed by the attack, a subtle action intended to reinforce his words and ease Kenneth’s concerns. Then, regarding his second question, there is only one way that he can explain it ❝ I am a knight who vowed to protect everything they seek to destroy ❞ a duty the hero took all too seriously. Always being where they ordered him to be and sometimes even where he shouldn't if his instincts alerted him of something amiss. Which meant that he always got in the way of their plans.

❝ But ever since I defeated their leader they have attacked more often ❞ something that Link had expected, for it was the most reasonable reaction. A shattered group with nothing left to lose and driven by revenge would lash out with whatever fury they could muster in the hopes of creating a wound on their enemy significant enough to gain the thing they needed the most — time. Time they could use to regain their strength and achieve their long-lost goal while avenging their fallen master in the process. Though Kohga's hand had as much part in his downfall as his own. For he had always been more showman than strategist or fighter. Still, it wasn't as if it mattered in the end. With a quiet exhale, Link gives a final glance around to ensure there's no more unwanted company and starts walking back to Epona.

we just have to be vigilant. keep our wits about us.

hackles raised and eyes sharp, the sense of unease seemed sharp enough to become a taste. link was beside him, alert but far from ruffled, as if outbursts of attacks like the one they had faced, from what had appeared an innocuous vendor of all things too, were nothing beyond his ordinary these days. he supposed that was fateful too : the yiga clan scoundrel had not seemed to possess an interest for anything but the champion, whom he had driven himself into death in an attempt to kill. eyes wide, he stared at the hero with a quizzical look  (that was no ordinary hatred either, it was a precious stone honed with use and age, and he would recognise its shape anywhere), pieces of light tugging at the farthest reaches of his memory. ❛❛  i heard the ruckus— are you hurt?  ❜❜

without drawing too close, always maintaining some unreachable distance, he lowered his head in an attempt to catch the hero's eye and see if he was injured. link's mare was only a few paces away, shivering. he had found link and slid off his own horse, onto his feat, only seconds before the fight had been concluded. despite it, he huffed down a light laugh : this was the closest he had ever come to understanding link. ❛❛  he really had it out for you. what the hell did you do, that they hate your guts so much?  ❜❜