Oh lady, that diary. Link couldn't help but roll his eyes and shake his head. "I have no idea what your sister may have heard, but she misunderstood whatever it was. I can promise you, I wasn't beating anyone with a sword at the age of four, much less adults. You were the equivalent of a Hylian four year old when the Calamity hit. To give you an idea of how young I was when I met your sister, and how- uh. 'Inaccurate' her impression was."
He noticed that Sidon had some serious Thinking Face going on, and if he wasn't currently wearing the Zora princess equivalent of an engagement ring that Mipha was going to throw at him, Link might not have figured out what was going on in that head of his.
Godsdamnit, he really hadn't wanted to get into anything resembling a serious conversation, especially not one that he'd have to stick around to help clean up the aftermath of, because if Sidon connected the dots that Link was pretty sure he was seeing, Link couldn't just shrug and say 'gotta go' and leave him standing there, holding that particular bag.
Link bit off a sigh, left it an inward one, and looked up towards the throne room. "Don't think about it too much right now," he said. "Really not up for a serious conversation right now, and I'm not going to be an asshole to a friend by throwing baggage at him and then disappearing, and unfortunately, I have a date with a twelve-year-old chieftess to get make-up tips to take back to a seventeen-year-old queen who was never taught how to do any of that shit herself."
He looked up at Sidon with an exaggerated look of profound suffering. "Please stop and take a moment to pity me, for I am in a position that no man wishes to be in."