Zumi was seeing something in Link's words that Yammo hadn't, Yammo was sure of it. She could see it in the way Zumi had paled, had shrunk back a bit in bed, had looked so briefly.... Not afraid. Not of Link, anyway. Yammo didn't see the sort of fear that women normally got around a man who made them feel unsafe. Zumi had seen or heard or thought something else that made her afraid.
And she'd be asking about it, once Link had left. They obviously had notes to compare, and she'd like to have come to at least some tentative conclusions by the time they got to Hateno, so they had a better idea of how to walk once they were around the queen and Link, both together and apart.
She kind of hoped that whatever it was that had put that look on Zumi's face was maybe something else entirely that had just shot through the back of her head and momentarily distracted her. Yammo would much prefer that.
But that was another thing to set aside until Link had left, so Yammo reached over to pet Zumi's hair and tuck behind her ear the rest of her hair that had been left earlier. "We're listening, love."