Link continues to try and rub the weariness from his thoughts as his palm is now practically glued to his forehead, hoping the warmth of his hand might do him well enough to fire up the parts of his memory which aren't seeming to ignite.

"Possibly.. I don't really remember. The only thing I can remember about the Observatory-"

A broken table. Hours spent carving a new piece of furniture while gritting teeth and losing layers of skin on his fingers from mishaps with the grit. He could vividly remember the take of trying to appease Zelda's worry from the loss of a table in the Observatory, but as to why it needed to be replaced and where the Observatory was were both unknown.

"-is a broken table.. For some reason."