Zelda let out a soft groan as she arose from the freshly tilled soil. Despite her aching back and burned neck, she couldn't help but feel a swell of satisfaction at the work of her own two hands stretched before her. Manual labor was a thing she had been quite unfamiliar with in her previous life as a princess, and she was finding an appreciation for it. It certainly provided more immediate results than years of training for an indistinct power.

She gently closed her hand and looked over the dirt-covered skin. Weeks had passed since her struggle with Ganon had come to an end, and her mysterious power had not made reappearance. She supposed this was due to the fact that there was no longer a need for it. A century ago she would have despaired at the loss, but she had grown in her time of trial. She had done her duty, as Link had done his.

Link... he who had done so much for Hyrule, for her… it was his house they had taken residence in. For weeks they had argued over why the other should have the bed (he eventually convinced her to take it after promising to build his own, a promise he had yet to keep) and awkwardly stumbled around each other. Despite how much time they had spent together before the Calamity, living together was an entirely new experience. The initial awkwardness had faded somewhat thanks to Link being an everlasting gentleman, however Zelda had been slower to adapt to the new living situation, coming from a life of royalty.

With that thought in her head, she finished adjusting the topsoil and turned to go back inside. Zelda leaned the hoe beside the door and pushed it open, walking past the stairs into where the washroom waited. Only during times like these when Link was gone did she feel comfortable showering, and she took advantage of his absence to have a long, cold soak to cool her off. When she was satisfied all the dirt was washed from her skin, she stepped out from under the spray and wrapped a towel around herself. Aware that her solidarity would not last forever, she quickly scaled the stairs and pulled open the wardrobe, searching for some of the simple clothes she had purchased from the village. After a few seconds rifling through the fabric, she started to think she was in Link's things by mistake when suddenly a bright piece of silk caught her eye.

She hesitated briefly at the invasion of privacy, but the garish color was so outside Link's wardrobe, curiosity trumped manners. She pulled the colorful cloth out and held it up to discover some sort of handkerchief… no, she knew this. This was a traditional Gerudo veil… why did Link have this? Perhaps he had a fling with a Gerudo woman during his travels… Zelda felt a sudden revulsion in her throat and dove back into the shelf, pulling out the rest of the outfit and laying it out before her. As she angrily pulled the clothing out her logic cooled her head… Link was not the type to have "flings", he was much too dedicated to his mission after all. And why had she reacted so strongly? Just as quickly as the thought entered her head she pushed it back out, firmly telling herself the warmth in her cheeks was cause of the wind blowing through the window.

Ok, so not a fling… who did they belong to? As she leaned closer she quickly pulled away… they smelled awful. With another flash of warmth across her face, she realized she -recognized the smell… it was the same stench that had offended her nostrils when Link had caught her after the battle with Ganon. It was… his stench. So did that mean this was his? The thought immediately brought a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle. The thought of Link wearing something like this was too preposterous to be real, but it was very entertaining nonetheless.

The sound of the door opening and closing shook her out of her head- she still wasn't dressed! "Don't come up here!" she screeched as he started to say hello and she dove towards the dresser, hurriedly pulling out clean undergarments and a simple dress, throwing it on as quickly as she could. "…ok… you can come up."

Link's head poked up from the stairwell with a wary expression "Is everything ok?"

"Y-yes, I just wasn't dressed." Zelda brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and smiled awkwardly. "Was your hunt… er… successful?" She hated how quickly her royal demeanor abandoned her now, but Link seemed put more at ease by it. He talked more than ever now.

"Oh, of course." His cheeks reddened a bit but he recovered much quickly than her. "It was actually, we'll have quite a meal tonight." He smiled and turned to walk back down the stairs when he noticed the bright pastel clothing laid out on the floor. "Where did you find that?"

"Oh I was just looking through the dresser for my clothes…" her voice trailed off when she noticed his smile had disappeared and was replaced with an expression somewhere between embarrassment and panic. "Are… you ok Link?"

"What?" He replied, his voice a bit higher pitched than usual. "O-oh yes, of course…"

Zelda looked between him and the Gerudo clothing curiously. "Link… who does this belong to?"

The hero stood mutely, averting his gaze and twisting his fingers behind his back. The laugh bubbled up to Zelda's lips once again in spite of herself. "Oh goddess… it's yours isn't it!"

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck while staring at some spot above her head. "It's… complicated…"

Zelda was no longer listening however, as she shrieked in laughter loud enough to be heard by the residents of the nearby village. "My, my, I can't believe you got this bored during your quest, Link." She snickered slyly, rubbing away a tear from her eye.

"I didn't do it for fun!" Link protested furiously, crossing his arms and pouting like a toddler. "I had to get inside Gerudo Town and they wouldn't let me in unless…"

"Unless you appeared as a vai." Zelda taunted further, imitating the Gerudo inflection flawlessly. "Revali did mention mistaking you for a Hylian female once… Oh Link come back!" Zelda reached forward and toppled off the bed in mirth. "Link it was just a joke, don't storm off!"