[The pulse of magic through their point of bare skin contact feels so strange. Not bad strange, but strange all the same, as though she's pushing the magic straight through his skin and into his soul. It feels warm and safe and comforting, but alien.]

[Will that become more normal? Easier, as he gets used to the Bond? Or will it always feel odd? Is this getting ahead of himself? Should he — listen to what Zelda's saying, maybe—]

It — might be a good idea to warp there, honestly.

[Not because he wants to get it over with, particularly, but for the simple fact that Zelda doesn't feel well, and he'd like to reduce the amount of time she has to not feel well. Customs can get fucked. Zelda's comfort is at the absolute top of his priority list.]

If you're willing to take us, then I trust you. [Again. Just as true as it was a few moments ago.] Do what you need to do.