Link froze, his brain scrambling like a man from a burning building for something to get out of the situation he was in without completely blowing his cover.
He had one option, and it'd better fly, or he was going to crash into the side of a mountain.
He shrank back, turning slightly so the scar on his chest was away from her, one hand on it, and the other holding his veil firmly to his face. "No- no, it's okay-! There's- no." Deep breath. "There's... there's not any makeup that's going to really accomplish that."