He smiled a tired smile as she toyed with that idea. He knew it wasn't exactly the easiest concept to accept, that someone could be reborn again and again (if indeed that was how it worked; he himself had no real clue) and he didn't blame her for finding it hard to believe. Perhaps she'd come to accept it or perhaps she wouldn't. But he was tired, and how could he convince her one way or the other, really?

"The snow," he echoed as the tent began to fold upwards, each addition of a stick or a tug making it assume more and more of a usable shape. After a few finishing touches the cloth, oil-slicked on top and the sides, was erected. Inside he placed their two bedrolls and stood back to make certain everything was as it should be. After a cursory examination, he nodded. "I've always loved the snow. There are some mountains we might just pass by after we come through the desert: there are some friendly people up there you might like to meet. And they love to sled." He smiled at her, wondering if that was something that had ever fit into her princess's routine.

"I have many places I'd like to show you, time willing. We'll see where our adventure takes us." He cleared his throat and for just a minute his confidence seemed to flag. "I've got our bedrolls ready." Link hesitated for a moment, looking for the right words to say but unable to quite get them in order. "I hope you don't mind how... cramped it is."

And indeed the bedrolls were, by necessity, barely a foot away. He didn't exactly have much need to carry a two-person tent with him.