[She's not sure what she's expecting-- maybe for him to deny it, to find something wrong with it, because the odds are too crazy, or maybe for it to be the exact boy from the memory-- dream? vision, he said?-- even if all she has is the impression of a person, more of a feeling than any identifying features]
[and instead, she sees a boy, a little kid (Evelyn please you're 4 years older than him) who's expecting something, and so she waits to feel the push again]
[and doesn't, not until he starts speaking, and even then it's just a split second-- a boy in green, holding a green stone, telling her his name in the same courtyard-- "Link"]
[so after a second, glancing around the room like she's expecting to see someone paying too much attention to her, she presses the button to turn on the webcam and switches to video herself.]
video
[and instead, she sees a boy, a little kid (Evelyn please you're 4 years older than him) who's expecting something, and so she waits to feel the push again]
[and doesn't, not until he starts speaking, and even then it's just a split second-- a boy in green, holding a green stone, telling her his name in the same courtyard-- "Link"]
[so after a second, glancing around the room like she's expecting to see someone paying too much attention to her, she presses the button to turn on the webcam and switches to video herself.]
...A little. Barely. You had that stone.
...Zelda, huh...