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Link finally got home with Bluebird. Earlier that day, he had found her out in a bad storm. She had been terrified of him at first, thinking he was going to eat her or some other horrible thing, but he'd managed to prove otherwise. He had offered to let her stay with him, and she had come willingly. The moment he had set her down on the floor, she'd bolted off to look at everything. Link couldn't help but laugh a bit. Bluebird wanted to see EVERYTHING in the house. Everything. Link gently herded her to the bedroom, fishing out a little nightgown for her (Zelda had been studying the Minish, and had tried making a few things for them. Didn't quite pan out but now it was coming in handy.) and stepping out to give her privacy. He heard a faint little knocking before, to his initial shock, watching her squeeze UNDER the door. UNDER. Like a mouse. Link blinked rapidly several times, trying to process it.
"You okay...?"
Her voice snapped him out of it. Link looked back with a small smile. 'I'm fine. I just didn't expect you to come out from UNDER the door like that! You're like a little mouse!' he lightly teased her. That got a cute little giggle out of her. Then he changed into pajamas himself, and opened the door for her. Bluebird hesitated a moment when he lowered a hand for her, but quickly stepped up. She grabbed onto his thumb for stability as he lifted her up. He watched the way she looked all around while in his palm. It was endearing, just how fascinated she was by a simple change in perspective. Link set her down gently on a night stand where he had set up an improvised bed for her. Cotton balls, a washcloth, and what looked to be moss bunched together. 'I wasn't sure what your sleeping preferences are, but... I did what I could with what I have on hand. Is this okay for you?' Bluebird looked at it, and gave a nod. Link gave a great big yawn before rubbing at his eyes a bit. "You too, eh?" he heard her say. He looked over and sure enough, she was yawning too. Link lit one of the lamps overhead before he crawled into his own bed. He watched Bluebird crawl into hers and nestle down. He gave her a soft smile before closing his eyes.
A few hours went by, when suddenly he felt movement. Link opened one eye, then both shot open and he propped himself up upon seeing Bluebird missing. Where was she!? What was wrong!? His first question was answered in the form of her walking up towards his chest. She looked half-asleep, but knew where she was going well enough. Bluebird even looked right at him and gave a groggy smile before continuing onward. Link slowly, warily laid back down. Being mindful of where she was around him. She grabbed onto his shirt as she continued making her way up. And he was a little surprised when she went right up to the side of his face. Then his heart melted a bit when she took some of his hair, wrapped herself up in it, and snuggled up to his cheek. Link dragged one arm up, resting a hand beside her. He gently prodded her with his thumb, getting her to look up into his eye. He glanced to the makeshift bed, then back to her, and made a questioning sound. ". . . Felt too exposed... Safer here..." came her sleepy answer. Bluebird nestled deeper into his hair, and closed her eyes. 'Well this works', he thought. Link gently rubbed her back with his thumb while she slept. She was so little, so small. Fragile. He felt a need to protect her. Bluebird had come to him, of her own volition, out of trust. Link had no intentions of betraying that trust. How the hell she got up in the bed, he had no idea. He's ask her later. He finally let his own eyes drift shut, and soon he too was sound asleep. His hand gently tucked his new little friend into the side of his face, and she burrowed just a little deeper into his hair.

Bluebird had felt vulnerable on the nightstand. Not his fault at all. Not at all. It was a "her" thing. And then, she figured, he'd allowed her to quite literally lay on top of him earlier in the day. Surely he'd be fine with this? And indeed he was. He'd been concerned at first, but seemed content with her explanation. At the moment she was absolutely relishing the soft warmth of his hair. Bluebird could hide in it, and it was warm, and she was safe. She felt his hand move up to gently brush against her. He must be keeping track of where she was, she figured. She slept like a rock that night.
Early the next morning she woke up first. And was surprised to find herself in a different spot than she remembered falling asleep in. Evidently, at some point in the night, Link had burrowed the side of his nose underneath her. So now she was partially across his face, still wrapped up in his hair. She smirked a little at the faint snoring coming out of him. One of his blue eyes cracked open, and he reached up to grab her. She gave a muffled "meep" of surprise when she found herself gently pressed into his face as he fell asleep again. She busied herself with putting tiny braids in his hair until he woke up properly.

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Link finally got home with Bluebird. Earlier that day, he had found her out in a bad storm. She had been terrified of him at first, thinking he was going to eat her or some other horrible thing, but he'd managed to prove otherwise. He had offered to let her stay with him, and she had come willingly. The moment he had set her down on the floor, she'd bolted off to look at everything. Link couldn't help but laugh a bit. Bluebird wanted to see EVERYTHING in the house. Everything. Link gently herded her to the bedroom, fishing out a little nightgown for her (Zelda had been studying the Minish, and had tried making a few things for them. Didn't quite pan out but now it was coming in handy.) and stepping out to give her privacy. He heard a faint little knocking before, to his initial shock, watching her squeeze UNDER the door. UNDER. Like a mouse. Link blinked rapidly several times, trying to process it.
"You okay...?"
Her voice snapped him out of it. Link looked back with a small smile. 'I'm fine. I just didn't expect you to come out from UNDER the door like that! You're like a little mouse!' he lightly teased her. That got a cute little giggle out of her. Then he changed into pajamas himself, and opened the door for her. Bluebird hesitated a moment when he lowered a hand for her, but quickly stepped up. She grabbed onto his thumb for stability as he lifted her up. He watched the way she looked all around while in his palm. It was endearing, just how fascinated she was by a simple change in perspective. Link set her down gently on a night stand where he had set up an improvised bed for her. Cotton balls, a washcloth, and what looked to be moss bunched together. 'I wasn't sure what your sleeping preferences are, but... I did what I could with what I have on hand. Is this okay for you?' Bluebird looked at it, and gave a nod. Link gave a great big yawn before rubbing at his eyes a bit. "You too, eh?" he heard her say. He looked over and sure enough, she was yawning too. Link lit one of the lamps overhead before he crawled into his own bed. He watched Bluebird crawl into hers and nestle down. He gave her a soft smile before closing his eyes.
A few hours went by, when suddenly he felt movement. Link opened one eye, then both shot open and he propped himself up upon seeing Bluebird missing. Where was she!? What was wrong!? His first question was answered in the form of her walking up towards his chest. She looked half-asleep, but knew where she was going well enough. Bluebird even looked right at him and gave a groggy smile before continuing onward. Link slowly, warily laid back down. Being mindful of where she was around him. She grabbed onto his shirt as she continued making her way up. And he was a little surprised when she went right up to the side of his face. Then his heart melted a bit when she took some of his hair, wrapped herself up in it, and snuggled up to his cheek. Link dragged one arm up, resting a hand beside her. He gently prodded her with his thumb, getting her to look up into his eye. He glanced to the makeshift bed, then back to her, and made a questioning sound. ". . . Felt too exposed... Safer here..." came her sleepy answer. Bluebird nestled deeper into his hair, and closed her eyes. 'Well this works', he thought. Link gently rubbed her back with his thumb while she slept. She was so little, so small. Fragile. He felt a need to protect her. Bluebird had come to him, of her own volition, out of trust. Link had no intentions of betraying that trust. How the hell she got up in the bed, he had no idea. He's ask her later. He finally let his own eyes drift shut, and soon he too was sound asleep. His hand gently tucked his new little friend into the side of his face, and she burrowed just a little deeper into his hair.

Bluebird had felt vulnerable on the nightstand. Not his fault at all. Not at all. It was a "her" thing. And then, she figured, he'd allowed her to quite literally lay on top of him earlier in the day. Surely he'd be fine with this? And indeed he was. He'd been concerned at first, but seemed content with her explanation. At the moment she was absolutely relishing the soft warmth of his hair. Bluebird could hide in it, and it was warm, and she was safe. She felt his hand move up to gently brush against her. He must be keeping track of where she was, she figured. She slept like a rock that night.
Early the next morning she woke up first. And was surprised to find herself in a different spot than she remembered falling asleep in. Evidently, at some point in the night, Link had burrowed the side of his nose underneath her. So now she was partially across his face, still wrapped up in his hair. She smirked a little at the faint snoring coming out of him. One of his blue eyes cracked open, and he reached up to grab her. She gave a muffled "meep" of surprise when she found herself gently pressed into his face as he fell asleep again. She busied herself with putting tiny braids in his hair until he woke up properly.