Hm. Maybe he didn't have to go to Riju at all. He might anyway- probably should, actually, he still had the Thunderhelm, he should return that, now that he didn't need it anymore -but if this woman was able to give the instructions that Zelda needed, that at least meant he didn't have to chance getting laughed at by a twelve-year-old chieftess for asking her for them.
"It's okay," he said, straightening and lowering his arms. "I do need a little help with makeup though. My friend had friends before we met that enjoyed doing that for her so much that she never learned to do it herself. Maybe you could give me advice I can take back to her?"
When the woman stood back up and handed over the clothes, he took them while giving her the best pleading-but-still-pained look he could. "Just because it doesn't do me any good doesn't mean she shouldn't be allowed to use it."
How he kept finding himself in deep shit and still come out the other side smelling like a godsdamn rose, he didn't know, but it was starting to drive him a bit crazy. Fate could try being nice to its chosen hero and let him smell like a rose without the shit part once in awhile.