She giggled a bit at his example, grabbing the now empty bottles and stuffing them back in her bag. “My potions come from a great potion maker in the sky,” she laughed, “Of course they’re good!”
His attitude towards the situation was calming and she found herself appreciating it. Briefly, the girl wondered if she should call her Loftwing back down to rest, but after a moment she waved the idea away. The last thing he’d probably want to see was the Loftwing right now. Or maybe he was the type to try until he got it? She didn’t know.
"I’m not entirely sure what a ‘witch’ is, but I’m sure her potions will get better over time." She reassured, thinking about how much it would have sucked to have owned defective potions on her own adventures.
“Oh yeah, the sky…” he mused, stretching himself out on the ground. “Sounds pretty neat to live up there."
He certainly wasn’t afraid of the Loftwing, or at least at the moment. What Link was afraid of was falling again and not having a way to protect himself. He could fly again if he really desired to do so.
"Ah. A witch is… um… well, a witch is a girl or woman with magical talent. I guess the male version is a… wizard? I dunno. Anyway, witches are able to fly on broomsticks, make potions, and do all sorts of neat stuff!”