[Zelda's smile is nothing but warm and fond as Link takes her time, first being embarrassed, then starting with the armor. Just as she begins, the once-princess moves her arms out of the way, only to cup her Hero's face on her hands. Softly, affectionately, she tilts Link's face down so she might place a kiss on the crown of her head.]

I built statues for you. I made certain not a single babe was born in Hyrule who did not know of you. Even now, with the rest of the kingdom forgotten, children of the surface don the green of the Hero when they come of age in hopes of being blessed with the same valor and courage.

It was never enough, though.

[She returns to eye-level then, and despite her words being melancholy, there is only love and adoration in her gaze.]

But we do not need any of that any more.

[Why bother with trinkets and stories when the person they've tried so desperately to hold onto is before them, real and wanting? So yes, she will help out with the harder to reach straps, her touch gentle, if a bit lingering with each piece of armor removed.]