Link stared at the man with cautious curiosity, disliking his general tone on the matter. It was always going to be once the other knew they were talking to someone who used a dark power they tried to make it a positive thing, like if he was a good person they would have nothing to worry about. He knew he would have to regain his spirit to get those powers back, but even then he felt self-conscious about them. Looking around cautiously at the masks again he frowned when Caelan made the suggestion that the man might be aiming to buy his mask. Neither of them had any need for money so that would’ve been a lost cause. Looking back at the masks as the man decided to give Caelan a telling off his eyes glazed over them momentarily before taking notice at the man moving around again, watching him curiously as he wondered what he might be getting now.

Watching as the man disappeared off into a room he made a quick glance to Caelan before back as he returned with what looked like artwork, analysing it momentarily before frowning at the image. It oddly hurt to look at it, but only in his chest where the amulet rested under his clothing. His chest was in a fairly terrible place right now as it continued to burn with a fair ache. Trying hard to not put his hand to his chest he stared at the figure that was obviously one of his past life’s representations before he turned away and coughed, trying to rid himself of it before he might collapse. Trying to take deep breaths to get through it he looked back at the man again, frowning as he spoke about the mask without even needing to see it. Just what did he mean ‘mend the spirit’? He didn’t know how to do that, he didn’t even know how to mend his own and not have it be so destructive to both him and others. “The spirit’s not needing mending if there’s nothing wrong with it…”

He couldn’t help but feel he was contradicting his own words, seeing how he had attempted to mend his own by having part of it removed. He needed to get it back, but he hadn’t really had the chance to try and open it with everyone around. Disliking how much stress he was feeling right now he looked up at the crate that was being represented to them, frowning at the sight of everything before hearing his offer for a spell that would help them carry everything. If the spell was Light affiliated then that would be a no go for him, but hopefully it was Time and Space or something instead. “Umm, okay. I guess we’ll need the spell. It is a lot of stuff we’ll probably need, after all…” he sighed, looking back to the man, "Do you know why we're here completely? I mean...the real reason why we're here?"