He couldnt stop her in time. Zelda had already touched it, although now she wished she hadn’t.
The opening to the portal wasn’t that large and hardly noticeable. It appeared as if there was a large sheet of glass with a crack along down it, with a swirl of color in the middle. What made the princess shudder was the texture. It felt like a chu-chu; Something slimy on the surface of a clear lake.
Apparently that simple touch was enough to activate it; The portal begans to whine at a frequency that made her teeth ache. The wind rushed forward, pulling at her skirt and whipping her hair forward.
“Oh!”
She yelped, nearly losing her footing when something darted past her leg. Her journal was ripped from her grasp, lost to the portal.
Zelda fought against the wind; Putting some distance between her and the black blob before digging her heel in the ground. She had to shout to be heard over the whine.
“What in Farore’s creation is happening?!”

Confound it. More work for him.

He looked at the woman with annoyance, and then with curiosity. He noticed her skirt and hair billowing, like there was some kind of wind. Some kind of wind blowing towards the crack in the wall.

The Repairman understood that most didn’t see a wall quite like he did. But he had never seen someone be pulled towards the Wall (or lose a book to it, for that matter). And she was shouting, like the wind was strong. He’d better fix this quickly.

He frantically dug through his hammerspace until he found a rolled-up window shade and a few bobby pins. He set the shade above the crack and pinned it in place. Once he rolled it down, he pinned it so the shade stayed over the crack without moving.

That should do it.

He turned back to the woman with a somewhat accusatory look.

“You shouldn’t be poking those cracks. Just makes ‘em worse.”

After a moment’s thought, he asked, “How’d this get here, anyhow?”

He figured if he found out what she was doing, he could help her prevent these in the future.