Dropped?
Her cheeks flushed. There was plenty of possible ways to describe what
had just transpired; But that seemed fairly…relaxed.
“Yes- Please. That journal mustnt fall into the wrong hands.”
Perhaps it was simply a joke. Afterall, this was the Repairman’s duty.
Hylia only knows how many por- ‘Walls’, this creature has seen. Maybe,
in his eyes, this was a much more tamer case.
This thought failed to ease the Princess’ mind. Something just didnt
feel right…Whatever it may be, she would just have to be ready for it.

“All right, just give me a minute…”

He carefully opened up the tear and stuck his hand in it. The crack slowly grew, and the Repairman’s eyes seemed to be closed in…fear?…disgust…?

Eventually, he pulled something back into this world. He risked opening an eye, to find an apple. The apple didn’t look like it came from here. It was more detailed, more well-shaded, more real.

The Repairman squealed in distress and hurled it back through the Wall.

Well, second time’s the charm. He kept one eye closed, but risked looking through with the other. It only took about ten seconds before he fished a book out and sealed the Wall with chickenwire, but it felt like an eternity.

That kind of realism was horrifying.

He regained his composure and walked up to the Princess to hand her the journal.

“Is this it?” he asked, hopefully.