Link didn't know how to answer that, not readily, slowly whisking the thick honey and the soy sauce into the glaze as he scrambled to come up with any sort of response to that that wasn't horribly callous or an extremely inappropriate sidestep.
Finally, he looked at her, taking in that look that he recognized from so many years looking in the mirror and thinking of something he wanted to tell his sister. His memories were still a nightmare patchwork, but at least impressions and vague knowledge had returned enough that even if he couldn't pin down specifics about a lot of things, he remembered how that felt, and that he'd seen that very look on his own face before.
"I know the feeling," he said, looking back down at the glaze, deciding it was mixed enough to start putting on the carp. "I felt that way for years about Marin."
He put a frying pan on the nearest heating element and put in a bit of butter to melt, then looked at her again. "I wish I could say it gets easier, but the only thing that made it easier was not remembering anything at all, and I don't recommend trying it that way."