[Kiritsubo was neutral herself, despite her current status as a low-level Zenite. She required her powers and abilities back. And if she had to choose between those two... Well, rather, if the question was "wait for the world to change, however many hundreds of years that took", or "create a new one exactly for what she required"... She certainly doesn't have an issue with his expression, at any rate. The lack of judgement on her face and in her tone remains.]

No... You are not done.

[Something serious lingers over him- even someone without eyes like hers would surely be able to sense that much. But... she can detect the sadness in his body language when her fingers fall away from his wrist, and in response...]

You could choose to be, if you like.

[She reaches up to gently brush some of his golden hair from his face where it has begun to slick against skin in the heated steam of the hot spring. He could choose to lay down his weapons and give up. All of them had that luxury, but just because they had it... Kiritsubo smiles at him, soft and mysterious, with lips different from the ones she had spoken filthy words to him with in the Oracle trial, with a body different from the one she had "dominated" him with still exposed by how she stood up in the pool, leaning close as if completely unashamed of how water droplets coalesced and dripped down honey brown skin, dangling on the small hoop pieced through the dusky peak of a full breast.]

But... You do not strike me as the kind of man who gives up, Link. Even if it may take you time, or lives, or cycle after cycle...

[Her hand presses briefly to his cheek, tender enough, perhaps, to remind him of another's tenderness.]

I believe that you will find the right way for yourself.