[ Noa is a bit reluctant to respond, not only because he's a little unsure of the answer but also because he doesn't want his friend thinking less of him. It was one thing to be captured and a whole another to know how and why. And Noa is painfully aware it's his fault they're in this situation to begin with. ]
...This one is sorry. [ The guilt in his tone is nearly palpable, hands gripping tighter around themselves. ] This one was searching... for you. [ For some place to make him happy, but he realizes now that would be anywhere the Sheikah goes. ] It was worried. [ Weeks passed and he had yet to hear word of the kind shadow amongst the flowers again. And waiting around had become disheartening. ]
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...This one is sorry. [ The guilt in his tone is nearly palpable, hands gripping tighter around themselves. ] This one was searching... for you. [ For some place to make him happy, but he realizes now that would be anywhere the Sheikah goes. ] It was worried. [ Weeks passed and he had yet to hear word of the kind shadow amongst the flowers again. And waiting around had become disheartening. ]