[ Link has the frying pan in his left hand and is almost about to swing before Zelda whispers to him. His first thought is that the monster had burst through and he'd be ready to give the others some time to escape by taking the first blow. Unfortunately - or rather, fortunately - there isn't enough space in the place to swing the pan without hitting the others, and all he does is stand with muscles wired and ready to go, hunger forgotten even as Zelda whispers to him.
He shakes his head stiffly, giving a grunt of denial. Never seen them before. Who are they?
He jerks his chin at them and gives a 'mm?' sound, still stiff and wary. They don't look like enemies, but busting in like that... yeah, being wary probably wasn't a bad idea. ]
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He shakes his head stiffly, giving a grunt of denial. Never seen them before. Who are they?
He jerks his chin at them and gives a 'mm?' sound, still stiff and wary. They don't look like enemies, but busting in like that... yeah, being wary probably wasn't a bad idea. ]