[ As she nears, he wades out of the puddle and up onto the shore. His boots and tunic and equipment are laid out against a boulder-sized peddle, spared from the waterlogged fate of his trousers. Link is so busy admiring Midna that her question catches him off guard. He stops, holding tight to the creature (some kind of bug larvae, it seems) trying to free itself from the net. ]

Oh, you mean...

[ He turns his head to look down at his tail. His tail, in turn, stops wagging and curls to the side, as Link gives himself a good look at it. The tail is hardly the only change his body has suffered, but it is the most obvious. With a soft noise, he turns to lay the net out on top of the rock — giving her a look at the green rocky spikes which continue up his tail to his upper back. ]

...yeah. I guess you could say that, sort of. They aren't kidding when they say not to let your Discord get too out of hand.

[ Link flashes her a self-deprecating smile as he admits to it and shrugs his shoulders. Truthfully, he's pretty upset about his body being like this, but he doesn't have the luxury of being upset about things. Especially things that are his own fault. ]

You look beautiful today. [ a polite compliment, one he seems comfortable giving. ]