It was a battle of curiosity and self control as Zelda prowled the edge
of the imaginary boundary she had set for herself. Already she was still
too close. The pull of the foreign portal lapped at her hair and dress
hem like a gentle breeze. Going any further could risk disrupting the
Repairman.
Maybe the ink blot should be stopped. He seemed alittle too skittish for
the princess’ liking. What, in the name of Hylia, would posses him to
scream at an apple?
Its appearance was abit….off, but there was no need to frighten her like
that.
Her face lits up as she sees the first hint of the leather bound book,
the dying light reflected off the golden lettering.
“Yes, I cant thank you enough.”
She leafs through it quickly, making sure none of the pages were missing
before allowing it to disappear in Farore’s Wind. It would find its
proper place on her shelf.
“…And you have my humble apologizes as well.”

“Um, sure thing,” he said, trying to laugh off that…wrong apple. “And yeah, um, no problem!”

He watched the book disappear with mild interest. A magical princess, then? Made sense, here…

“Well, just gonna finish up here, then should have a break…”

He pulled out a paint roller and soon the remaining cracks were completely gone. At least, as far as the Repairman was concerned. The ink would have to dry first. He turned back to Zelda.

“That should do it.”