He cringed a little as she stepped over to the finished tent, crouching slightly to peer inside. He was so sure she was going to scoff at the accommodations, so far from a princess's commodes, barely even a pad between her and the ground. Barely even a handspan between her and him.
But perhaps he'd been too ready to hear criticism. Or perhaps he just didn't give her the credit she deserved. "You're welcome," he answered honestly, with surprise, and he chastised himself for thinking so poorly of her. Of course Princess Peach wouldn't scoff at him for providing the best he could. Link felt a little ashamed.

He turned away as she crawled into the tent, deciding not to watch her backside wiggling as she found her place inside. When he looked back she was comfortably fit on the bedroll and looking cutely up at him with that signature small smile. It warmed his heart for more reason than one.

"And I'm fortunate to have found such a good companion," he answered her in kind. He stomped on the fire a few times, extinguishing the last embers, then followed her inside after stripping down to his white undershirt and his breeches. He crawled in beside the princess and sank with a sigh into his own bed. The tent was already full of some slight flowery scent, something he was already beginning to associate with her. He slid underneath his covers and smiled at her as she clung to herself for warmth: "like this," he instructed the princess, and tugged out her covers so she could slip inside. "Better?"