"When he gets here," Link said. "You'll need to talk about your idea with the house to him anyway. He'd know better than probably anyone if what you're thinking will work at all." He looked back up at the roof over the second floor, praying a rare prayer that it would- or something similar -rather than having to just build her a new place of her own. He didn't like the idea of her where he couldn't get to her easily, and he didn't like the idea of being left alone with his thoughts all the time.
"And if it won't, he might have another idea of his own." He shrugged. "One way or another."