A man more aware of what was normal, what was ordinary, might have been slow to answer a head-on question like that. But Link only said "yes," plainly and clearly, without embarrassment or hesitation. Yes, he had spent a great deal of time alone--more time by far than he'd ever spent with other people, and when it came to time spent with any one individual... well, that didn't even come close. "Some could," he said after a moment of consideration, "but most don't choose to. Not that I blame them: the life isn't for everyone."

He accepted the filled bowl she gave him, grinning as he breathed in the smell of the stew. He was no great hand at deciphering the ingredients she'd used, even though he knew most of what had gone into the meal: all he knew was that it smelled delicious. He puffed cool air over the steaming bowl waiting for it to be ready to eat. And even so he took a bite before it was quite cool enough, leading to Link with his mouth open, breathing some of the heat out.
And it still tasted delicious.

"Sounds like a deal to me," he said with a mouthful, then swallowed. This time his words were a little less garbled. "I would be happy to teach you, not just because you're accompanying me but because..." he gestured with his spoon, trying to capture what he felt. Because it was what he did? Because of who she was? Because traveling with her felt so pleasant?
"Because," he finished lamely, and then it was Link's turn to conceal his awkwardness with another mouthful of food.