'An early start and a long day.' That sounded familiar, and probably was going to be the way of things for a long time to come.
He could really stand a break. Before he completely crashed and ended up doing stupid shit that left him in a ridiculous amount of trouble. As he had proven to himself to be able to do if he wasn't careful.
Sigh.
Link snorted in tired amusement. "Negotiating with Bolson might be easier if I didn't wear a shirt," he said with a shake of his head that was as tired as his amusement. "But speaking of him, while you make your tea, I'm going to take a look down the road, see if he and Karson are here yet or not. I saw them stopped at Doctor Callip's just on this side of the fort walls when I went through, if they're not here already, something's wrong and I probably need to go rescue them from being a moblin's dinner."
Speaking of dinner, his wasn't finished, and the second she said 'wind down to sleep,' his body and brain had decided that was a good idea, and the need for rest was actually outweighing his desire to finish said food. Which was probably a little cold by now.
If he didn't finish it, though, she was going to really worry, and she wanted lighter conversation, and he didn't want to find out what he might spit out when tired enough that food didn't sound appealing. Which meant not earning himself questions was a better idea.
But he really didn't have the energy to even finish eating. The idea made him inwardly cringe.
Well, he could claim he had a late lunch just as easily as she did, and make a comment that he'd have something small again later if he really got hungry. It'd have to do.
So he sat up straighter and made shooing motions at her. "Go put your pretties away," he said, then stood up. "I'm going to make some local wildlife happy with food that has gone too cold to be edible."