"Franda?"
Link cried out in confusion.
"Yes, master, it's Franda," she replied.
Franda's little face came in front of Link's, curiously asking, "Master, why are you lying on the ground?"
"Ah!"
Link's thoughts hadn't fully recovered from the twisting and contorting, and he responded absent-mindedly, hastily improvising, "The ground is cool, it's comfortable to lie down."
"Really?"
Franda blinked her eyes, pondered for a moment, and also laid down on the ground, "I will experience it too."
A second later, Franda lay there and watched the blue sky, exclaiming in surprise: "Wow, the ground is indeed cool, it's really comfortable to lie down."
"Really?"
Link, who had somewhat recovered, felt a flash of awkwardness in his eyes. He quickly rolled over, got up, and looked around.
"Master, why aren't you lying down anymore?"
Franda got up and asked in confusion.
"I've had enough. You can only lie on the ground for a while, not too long."
