She watched him, rather uncertain as to what she was supposed to do. Her eyes turned away from him momentarily and she shifted her weight between her feet again. She'd forgotten about the cold of the winter, thanks to him, but a lot of her heart grew heavy. Although she didn't eye him with her concern, she certainly had it and she couldn't pretend it didn't exist. He'd constantly pushed her away for the sake of not having to deal with the feelings. And yet he had to, anyway.

Then she looked back to him with all of the professionalism she could muster up. "Right. I'll be careful. I'll do my best." She shifted again and for a moment, she thought about teasing him regarding his concern for her. Because she would have some time before. But this time... It was... awkward. Not exactly unrequited, but Nabooru couldn't have answered anyone if they'd asked her how she felt about Byrne.

Or Shinon. Or Ganondorf. Or anyone, actually. What a wonderful position to be in.

"We okay?" she asked. "Or do you want to wrestle in the snow?"