Zelda took pity. She excused herself from the gaggle of photographers and well wishers who were demanding her attention, then took hold of Link's hand and dragged him out to the terrace. It was a chilly night, but the drinks in her tummy made her rather warm. She wasn't all that aware of the cold, even though her dress wasn't covering much skin.
"Are you okay?" She asked. She knew that he wasn't a social butterfly, nowhere near the kind she was, but if he was feeling really out of sorts, she wanted to try and do something about it.