Link hums softly. Not quite sure how to respond, what reassurance he can give. But he understands why Zelda feels that way. He saw personally how she was never allowed to stop.

His fingers twitch. He wants to reach out to her. But such an action would feel...presumptuous. Too much. Not something he can assume Zelda would appreciate.

Maybe if he just...lets his hand rest on the mattress, palm facing up as he sits on it. Between them. Where it can just...be there, in case Zelda feels like taking it.

If she wants to.

"Can I help?" he asks.