Sweat dotted Zelda’s brow as she looked up from her work. She had actually moved the furniture in this room four times now and no iteration made her happy enough to stop. She was tired and the dark circles beneath her eyes suggest that she hadn’t been sleeping well. She released a puff of air as her water gaze landed on Duster. Her eyes had lost a little bit of their glow from when they met in the music shop.

“No, I’m fine.” She forced herself to smile. “Do you need anything?”

She remembered telling him to stop but if he had any questions or was in need of her. The furniture wasn’t very important since she’d most likely rearrange and clean it once more tomorrow.