"That's too bad," he remarked stiffly. The rabbit on the line had been swiftly, expertly reduced to a set of isolated parts: thighs, flanks, skin, bones. His small knife slid through sinew and parted the pieces from each other until they could be neatly set to the side. Then the second hare followed.

"Right," he said, and tried to relax his shoulders. "Well..." he cleaned the knife with two quick wipes on the fur of the rabbit in his lap. "There are plenty of good people in this land. You've met two of them already, and there are more I think you'll like." He cocked his head and thought, then rattled off a short list. "Zelda is Hyrule's princess. I think you might like her. In fact, there are other princesses in other lands: Ruto, of the Zora, she can be a little... overbearing. Medli isn't quite a princess of the bird people, but she's close. And there's Nabooru, who we're going to see next. She's... unique," he said at last, unsure quite how to categorize her.

"As for friends, I made a few in my childhood: Saria, who I grew up with, Malon, a farm girl, Kafei, a man who was turned into a child by magic..." he grinned over his shoulder at her. "Long story."
"Since growing up..."
"Well, there's you, of course," he remarked stiffly. And he held his breath while he waited for her response.