Sweat and general ick from spending the morning fighting monsters, and some of the first part of the afternoon with his head inside a stone cage meant that if he was going to not keep his hair back, he was going to have to brush it, which just gave him more time to stew and seethe over the fact that he had to do this at all. Maybe Zelda had the right idea about that lightning.
The first time he had to go into Gerudo Town after that merchant had given him the clothes, Link had realized that if he was going to keep his disguise, he was going to have to have a way to check to make sure he had the veil and scarf on right and not in a way that would blow his cover, so he'd invested in a mirror. Thankfully. A mirror that was being put to good use, because Link had never exactly paid attention to how his hair looked. Not outside of his royal guard uniform, and that was mostly just to make sure that it was out of his face and tucked under his hat without looking completely terrible. Trying to do it without being able to see would've been more of a headache than he wanted right then.
Eh. Good enough.
Trying to arrange a vague attempt at a hair style under the head scarf and veil was a challenge, but he got them on, the veil masking ... well, mostly his throat knot, as that was the only distinctly and overtly masculine feature he had that wasn't normally covered by clothing. The blessing of not having facial hair to deal with.
He glanced at the Sword. "I'd ask 'how do I look,' but I'm not sure judging appearances is in your programming," he said with a bit of self-deprecating humor.
It is not in my original programming, no, the Sword said. However, I am able to compare your appearance to what is known as attractive for a woman in this era and come to the conclusion that many men would find you to be an attractive woman.
Link stared at the Sword, quiet for a moment. Then he shrugged. "Means I'm doing something right," he said, then started to strap on his equipment.
Master Link, the Sword said before he'd even finished pulling his sword belt on over his shoulder. May I suggest you hide your equipment in the Slate? Particularly the Sword? Once the Sword has been publicly associated with the very male Hylian Champion, you will have no better chances at not being recognized in town with it than if you were to enter with the queen dressed as her own identity and for her station.
That froze Link to the spot, internally cursing that she was right, that he hadn't thought of it, and once more that she was right. He didn't like the idea of hiding the Sword in the Slate's inventory, avoided it as much as possible. He realized that the spirit- whatever her name was -was independent from the Sword, and putting the Sword into the Slate's inventory didn't banish her to being stuck in whatever form the Slate turned the Sword and everything else in his inventory into. But it still felt incredibly wrong.
Finally, with a sigh, he removed the sword belt from over his shoulder and set it and the Sword down on his other equipment, looking over it. If he were just going to go straight to the Daqo Chisay shrine, he'd elect against having any weapons on hand, but he was going to have to go through the desert from the stable, and there were monsters through there. And if he couldn't take the Sword, any other piece of equipment he could use would fly just fine, but between having to play coy with the creep and now having to pay attention to what weapons he could use, he was realizing he probably should start paying attention to full outfit coordination.
Back to that again. He would get his head back into civilization again, he really would. It was just... taking a bit to adjust his brain's course.