Link shook his head at Bolson's silent question- no, standing was exactly what he wanted for this; he was back in an old uniform, one that felt a bit stiff for having been left to languish in a trunk for too long, but it still fit, and it came with all the habits and protocol that had been attached to it. It would feel unnatural to not be standing just over Zelda's shoulder for any sort of business-related meeting between her and whoever she had business with.
He leaned forward to look over her shoulder at the paper on the table. "Oh, good, because I wasn't really visualizing what you were saying. This really isn't my field."
The drawing really did help, but it still wasn't his field regardless, so seeing it didn't really help him form an opinion on how feasible it was. But at least he knew what she was seeing.
He raised an eyebrow and gave her a teasing smile. "I see your drawing skills have improved since a hundred years ago."
He saw those scribbles of hers in her study. Only some of their poor quality could be chalked up to age.