Link likes the gardens. It isn't the same as being in Kokiri Forest, but it's the heaviest concentration of plant life that he knows of on the ship. It's enough to both make him homesick, and to help him when he's already feeling that way. The big tree is, by far, his favorite feature. That's probably unsurprising.

He's shuffling his way up to the altar, a piece of fruit from the mess hall in hand. He's long since gotten used to the urge to leave an offering, and he welcomes it. He wonders if there really is a tree spirit that collects the offerings, or if other people on the ship eat it instead.

But, before he reaches the altar proper, he notices someone. He thinks they're probably new, because he's never seen them before. Well... at least... He's mostly sure he hasn't. He blinks slowly at them, trying to wrestle with the strange, niggling feeling of familiarity.

"Hi," he offers, with more uncertainty than he intends.