"Beggars can't be choosers," Id says, but not unkindly. There isn't any bite in his low voice, merely stating a fact of their existence. For the time being, the lot of them have to take what they can get and make do. He has no idea what a Korok is, but maybe it's some form of primal beast, if it goes around enhancing objects.

The statement might be harsh despite intentions, but Id is very well aware he just isn't good with words. He's evaluated himself as a conversation partner only fit for something like a tree, and in his world, trees don't talk. None that he's ever heard of, anyway.

He shrugs, making no effort to take the pack back. "You've got more use for it right now."