[ Link truly doesn't mind doing all the work. It doesn't even seem to occur to him that she isn't "helping." It's his job to do this kind of thing, and... well, it just sort of feels right to be doing this for Midna specifically. It's almost like he's with Zelda again, or how he remembers feeling back in the days he spent at Zelda's side, but for various reasons he decides not to dwell on that sense of deja vu for very long.

Holding his hand next to the teepee of sticks, a tiny flame bursts to life before his palm, and he holds it there until the kindling lights. With the fire lit, he holds the grub against the floor, and with a sharpened rock, pierces its soft body, killing it as casually as he'd cut an apple. ]

I don't think I'd mind that, really.

[ he looks up at her for a moment, a slight smile on his eyes, before returning to slicing up his catch. The first thing to take care of is all the unpleasant, bad tasting bits, of which he's memorized at this point. (By trial and error taste testing.) ]

Since I first arrived here, I've spent more time in Highstorm than you might think. Sometimes the odd jobs I accept require me to go there. And, you know, they're basically our enemies, so... [ it's important to try to know and learn about them. ]

...Kenos really can be wonderful sometimes. I wish I could have come here in different circumstances.