Link doesn't back away or start at the touch. Ah, touch. That's what he's craving for whatever reason, thanks to the way the rocks make him feel. That's what he'd been searching for when he reached for Soren in the first place.

But Soren has sharp nails, maybe some kind of threat. Link would be more wary of it if he was thinking clearly, but he isn't. He's still not at all afraid.

"It's fine," he says, eyes sharp when he looks back at Soren, though whether it would be another time, he can't possibly say. "I want to be touched."