[Okay, so. Maaaybe asking that question while still inside wasn't the best idea she's ever had. Zelda flinches as the sudden burst of light is followed up by the tell-tale sound of porcelain shattering. Then, for a brief moment, there is silence and awe, and she blinks owlishly at the remains of that vase of flowers.

Goodness.

But silence never lasts long around Minako, so her wonder has to be put on hold in favor of comforting her poor shinki as her whine pierces through the quiet.]

What-- no, no! Minako, it's all right! [She reaches out, putting a hand on her shoulder. The reassuring hair petting that follows might imply that the Princess of Hyrule may have broken a fair few vases and other fragile things herself in her day. Impa really wasn't paid enough.] It is just a vase - a object. I can get another one, if I want. How could I possibly be worried about something as inconsequential as that when you are learning you can do such spectacular things?

[Some might say Zelda's a bit too indulgent of Minako's Minako-ness. She would tell those people to stuff it.]