Hm.

( it's a soft sound of acknowledgement at his words--but she thinks that they're weighty enough to deserve a small moment of silence. with link's back to her, after all, she has the unruly mess of his hair to deal with; at first, carefully, she lifts her hands to pluck a leaf out of the strands, and then gently thumbs over the ends to pry free a lump of dust. )

Second chances truly are precious things. ( she agrees, soft. ) But has something made you feel that way? As though it could be messed up at all?

( her fingers move to work through a few tangles, at the back of his head, moving slowly so as not to pull. )

You seem like the kind of person who learns a lot from experience.