[ Whoa. Link wasn't expecting that, but he definitely feels like he wants one of those now, whatever exactly it is. He makes a mental note to ask her about it later, as her question prevents their conversation from drifting off-topic. ]

...I'm better with a bow than with a blade. [ Setting aside his dedication to humility for a moment, as there seems to be the need for a honest statement of his own skills. But, as Hayame has probably noticed, Link does not have his bow or quiver on him — they'd all arrived here with a single item, and for Link, that item was the Master Sword.

After a thoughtful pause, he reaches over his shoulder and draws it from its scabbard. Holding it up for her to see, its white blade reflects the low moonlight of the greenhouse in such a way to punctuate its incredibly sharp edges. ]

But, yes. I'm decent with it. I wouldn't be a very good knight if I couldn't use a sword.