With our goodies in tow, we left Kakariko, our saddlebags bulging with provisions and elixirs and all manner of other items. Our quivers were full, our weapons affixed to our backs, and the horses were fed and well-rested.

In other words, we were all set for adventure, and so that's exactly why we set off when we did.

Our moods were high and our determination set as we took the only road from Kakariko on horseback. Through the canyon we rode, chatting when we wanted to but otherwise we were silent, listening to the song of nature and our bodies obeying the rhythms of our horses' gaits.

We traveled by day and rested at night, sparring when we wanted and fighting all monsters that came. I practiced providing cover with my bow, refined my work with a sword by doing drills alongside Link, and got myself used to the weight of the spear in my hands as we rode along.

In this way, time passed quickly. We progressed through the canyon quickly, and I found that I wasn't dreading this.

At such a pace, if I still was heading right back home to Hateno, I'd have dreaded each and every single second of it, willing it to slow to a stop for however long I was able to stall. But as a matter of fact, because I wasn't going right home, I was going to travel with the Hylian Champion for as long as he'd have me, I found that I wanted to go quickly, very quickly, as quickly as possible towards adventure.

Link seemed to pick up on my enthusiasm, and met it readily with his own excitement. He humored all my questions about life a century ago, delighting in the fact that I was never disappointed by his answers - or lack thereof.

He was happy to sit by and watch as I prepared our meals, and as far as gaining knowledge on cooking went, I'm sure he learned little. But I appreciated the company far too much to say anything about it, so even as I would ramble on and on about whatever nonsense I cared to talk about, he would listen attentively.

At long last, the ground began to slope downwards. Soon, dirt rushed up to meet the rock and the stony ground beneath our feet gave way for dirt, for mud, for gravelly silt.

Now before us stood Kakariko Bridge, and beneath it rushed the waters of Lake Siela. We crossed the bridge, figuring that for now pausing for rest in the shadow of the Dueling Peaks would be fine. So, to the stable we returned.

When we got there, it was evening. Most of the travelers here were already settled in around campfires or were already in bed. Though the beds looked awfully inviting to me by then, I followed Link when he crossed the road and found a small pocket of water hidden at the foot of one of the peaks.

Its water stemmed from a cave somewhere in the mountain, and as Link crouched at the water's edge to fill his canteen, I hung back a bit, wondering if he wanted the company.

I should have known he did, because he had assuredly heard me following after him and he had made no move to stop me or tell me not to. Actually, when I came up beside him, then eased myself to sit atop a rock still warm from the sun's rays despite it having set already, Link glanced up at me briefly with a smile.

"I still can't believe it, you know," he spoke, peeking over his shoulder as though to ensure we were alone.

"Neither can I," I said, knowing what he was referring to.

He was alluding to, of course, the fact that I wanted to travel with him. Over these past few days he'd been unable to believe it, and even now, he was finding it hard to make it stick.

Whenever he looked my way, he always looked surprised, as though he really could not find it in him to believe that I would want to travel with him, that I was still here by his side.

"I meant it when I said I wasn't going to leave your side, hero," I said almost teasingly, and he shook his head indulgently as he stood and closed his canteen.

"You're crazy, you know," he noted, then gestured for my canteen. "Does yours need to be filled?"

"Oh, probably," I said, reaching for it. Sure enough, it did, and Link took it from me before I could even start to make a move to fill it myself. He crouched back down to fill it himself with that clear spring water, and I watched him do it with a smile.

"Was that in response to the canteen thing or the crazy thing?" He asked, not bothering to look my way as he filled my canteen.

"Both," I answered for him. "I don't think anyone in their right mind would choose this for themselves."

"No, maybe not," he agreed, standing once it was full. He capped it for me, then handed it back. I set it beside me and made room for him on the rock beside me. He sat down right away, getting comfortable at my side.

"Speaking of crazy," I said, "I think I've got a stupid question for you."

"Alright," he said, bracing himself. "Shoot."

"Why don't we just go right to Hyrule Castle?" I didn't miss the way he stiffened, his eyes widening almost imperceptibly - but I saw it. "Is it really that dangerous? Truly? With your skill, could you not just sneak into the castle, at least for reconnaissance?"

He took a moment to consider his answer before replying. When he finally settled on an answer, he looked my way, meeting my eyes surely. "I can show you why."

That had a ball of worry forming in the pit of my stomach. Something about this topic was incredibly touchy for him, clearly, and I immediately regretted answering.

"Link," I began hesitantly, only for him to shake his head.

"No," he said, cutting me off before I could speak. "I was planning on heading to Rito Village first, and we'll have to pass through Central Hyrule anyway to get there."

For whatever reason, that made me incredibly nervous. "Pass through as in..."

"Through it," Link confirmed rather gravely. "We could go around, but you should see what Hyrule Field, the Castle Town, and the Castle itself have come to. That way you'll understand - or maybe you'll want to head home after all."

"I can't do that," I protested right away. "No matter what I see... Nothing will make me turn my back on you, Link. I refuse to be afraid."

"The strange thing about fear is that it doesn't care if you want it or not," he said. "It doesn't care if you anticipate it, if you refuse it."

And with those cryptic words, he got up from the rock. I turned and watched him do so, wondering if I should reach for him or not.

"Link...?"

"I was already considering bringing you there anyway," Link told me, some of the graveness lifting away from his face, being replaced by a certain level of concern, of care. "Hearing you curious only solidified it for me. It's not your fault, (Y/n)."

"You're sure?"

"Of course," he told me. "Now come on. I smell something good - let's see if we can't steal some of it."

His playful tone lifted some of the weight from my heart, and so I nodded and took his hand in assistance when it was offered. Heading to Hyrule Field... it had been something I considered, but not this early. Not at all.

And now, I feared my curiosity might have gotten the better of me.

—

We set out from the Dueling Peaks Stable early that next morning. We called the horses in from the pasture, and they came willingly. They ate their breakfast as we had our own, and when all was packed up and our stomachs settled, we tacked the horses up and we set off.

Beneath the Dueling Peaks we passed, traveling for now with the Squabble River to our right. Its waters rushed by quickly, and once we were out of the mountains' shadows, we found ourselves in a forest, lush with greenery and alive with game.

We stopped to hunt for a while and offer the horses a chance to rest, and when we returned to them with lots of foraged goodies and a buck across Link's shoulders, Epona nickered rather distastefully and Sky turned away totally.

That had made us laugh, if nothing else, and we set off. The forest was large, its canopy thick, and with how dense it was, and how thin the road, and how the forest seemed not to care for travelers, it was slow going. The road, paved by wild animals, wound through the trees indiscriminately, and if not for how thick the underbrush was, we'd have ridden in a straight line.

But we couldn't do that. We made camp that night under the boughs of a large tree, old as it was tall. Well, that is to say, we made camp, but we did not rest. No, we both stayed up. With the animals of the forest still awake, it was hard to tell what sounds were from them and what were monsters.

Even the horses seemed to be on edge. When the moon was high in the sky, Link told me to climb the tree, to sleep on the branch of a tree, but I couldn't do that. I couldn't leave him to defend us all night alone.

So, we stayed up.

We did not rest, not until later that day, when the road crept closer to the edge of the Hills of Baumer. Along one of the hillsides was a cave, almost totally obscured by vines. It was to this cave we scrambled, and in the small, cool space, we took a long, well-deserved nap. We traveled through the night, and through the next day, and then, at long last, we stumbled out into the sun, finally free of the forest's shade.

We stood there, blinking dumbly, for several moments, grateful to feel the warmth of the sun on our skin. But we did not idle for long. We had a destination - and so we pressed ever onwards, towards it, no matter how much we both were dreading it.

—

Several Days Later:

The thud of metal against wood pounded against my eardrums, and the force of it all seemed to rattle the very ground beneath my feet, but I dared not falter. Splinters flew from my shield as I blocked yet another of Link's fast strikes, and this time, I felt the thud of the top of the shield against my shoulder and right away, I knew it would bruise.

But I couldn't focus on that - not now.

I released a breath with the intent to draw another in right away as I lowered the shield, and I did. I summoned up my strength along with it, and swung my own sword towards him. Link wasted no time, and lifted his own sword once more to counter it. Our blades met with a sickening scrape of edge against edge, and I nearly winced away. But I did not wince, because I had been anticipating it.

Losing focus for even a moment would result in another loss, and I had had about enough of those by now.

Our blades scraped along each other until they each reached their end, and Link and I broke away from each other. I did not back away further than I needed to, and forced my body to lean forward, not backwards with the force of it all.

I dashed forward towards him, and delighted in the fact I caught him by surprise. He was only just able to redirect his sword to protect his abdomen as I thrusted my blade his way, and I found it in me to grin as I struck again and again again, only for him to parry, again and again and again.

I had the upper hand in that moment, by Hylia's grace surely - but I was going to hold onto it for as long as I was able.

Since I was in control of the pace and in the direction, I continued to press closer to him, forcing him backwards. There was a large boulder behind him. If I could just pin him there, I'd have him beat. And lucky me, he seemed to have forgotten about it!

My blade caught the afternoon sun brilliantly and I saw it reflected in Link's cerulean eyes. Dammit, they were pretty, especially in the unblocked, gloriously unfiltered light of day and - focus!

I pushed him back one more step, and then another. And then a steely glint found his eyes and he narrowed them and all at once, I knew I was in trouble, should I allow myself to fall for whatever he had planned. If he had something planned, the best way to ensure he didn't do it was to make him panic, or at least second-guess, for just a moment. A single breath would be enough, in theory.

So, I stopped my swing right in the middle and redirected it, the strain nearly making my muscles waver but I held strong. Link thought nothing of the diversion though. All it took from him was an easy back-handspring, and I rolled my eyes as he did so to escape my attack.

When he was standing before me once more, he had the audacity to wink at me. He winked!

"Jerk," I said even as I laughed. The moment's joy was short-lived as he thrust towards me suddenly, not with his sword but his shield. I ducked beneath the blow and swung my foot out, tripping him. When all the air left his lungs in a rush, I thought I had him. Why wouldn't I? His shield had fallen from his hands, and all he had in his left hand was his sword.

I grasped the pommel just over his hand as I scrambled to get atop him, and I stabbed the blade of my own sword into the dirt beside his head. He did not flinch, because he knew I wouldn't hurt him - and he smiled, because I had him beat.

Or so I thought.

"Not so bad," I said, even though I was breathless. "Finally, I get a point on - whoa!"

All at once, I was on my back, my own sword pressed to my neck. Link was suspended over me, his hips keeping my own in place, and I looked at the blade, then up at him. His head was haloed by the sun, and he did look rather heavenly from this angle, but I wasn't ready to give up just yet.

"What was that?" He asked rather cockily, at that. "Something about getting a point on me? I don't think I can let that happen, (Y/n)."

"No? Not even just in how much I've improved?"

"No," he said, shaking his head, though he smiled all the while. "Not even because of-"

I'd been preparing myself to force my hips upwards, to get my feet under me to fling me off of him - and because he hadn't been expecting it, it worked out in my favor. I laughed a little at the strange way he yelped as he rolled to the dirt, and I was on my feet in that very next second, and was making my very clever escape.

Link, for in his shock had scrunched his eyes shut, didn't see where I had gone, but I wasn't foolish enough to think he hadn't heard me. But that was fine - all I needed was a moment to myself, and so I ducked behind that boulder as he coughed and assuredly sat up.

"(Y/n)?" Link called. "Why are you hiding?"

"I'm not," I said, not loudly enough for him to hear as I grabbed my bow from my back.

"It's pretty obvious to know where you are," he said cheekily as I prepared an arrow. "Come on out - I've still got your sword, you know!"

"I know," I said, stepping out from behind the boulder, an arrow knocked and already drawn back. Despite the strain, despite the ache in my muscles, I held strong, holding it back and waiting - waiting for him to notice.

"Hm? Oh, there you..."

"You can keep it, though," I said, winking at him as his own eyes widened as he took in the sight of the arrow.

Hold it, I thought. Hold it. Hold... for just... another...

Link thought I was looking him in the eye, but what I was looking at was actually the fuse of the bomb arrow, as it became smaller, smaller, smaller...

And that was the perfect time to release it.

Bomb arrows were normally meant to explode on impact with their target and in a lot of cases, this was incredibly useful. But they all had a fuse - a short one, so short that it was rendered almost completely useless in a real battle. For right now though, it was perfect.

The bomb went off halfway between us, erupting in a cloud of black smoke and ash.

I grinned, because it worked as intended. And not wanting to waste the moment, I dashed forward, unhooking my spear from my back. I twisted it in my hands, watching as the spearhead was submerged in smoke. The rest of my body followed, and I closed my eyes only briefly. When I passed through the smoke, I intended to make use of Link's confusion, but I couldn't, because... he was nowhere to be seen.

I was confused, but I didn't let my guard down. That would prove fatal, here. So, I kept my wits about me, looking for movement, listening for noise, paying attention to my every sense and every instinct all at once.

And something told me to look up.

So that's what I did.

"Link," I said, laughing aloud at the sight of him in the air. He'd taken advantage of the sudden updraft the explosion provided and was in the air, suspended by his paraglider. He was grinning down at me, and I readied my spear to throw.

"No, wait," he shouted down to me. "Wait, don't do that!"

"Why?" I asked, drawing the spear backwards with a wry grin on my lips. "You've made yourself such a perfect target!"

"Oh, Hylia-"

He cut himself off as I threw the spear, and without other options, he let go of the paraglider. He wasn't terribly far in the air by then, and he and I both knew that. He wasn't much further up than the boulder was tall, and just earlier, he'd leapt off of it to strike down towards me, so I knew he was fine.

The paraglider was fine, too. My aim was true, and the spearhead slid right between the fabric and one of the handles. The handle of the spear was wider than that gap was, and so the paraglider was yanked out of the air and trailed behind the spear like a flag until the spearhead made contact with the trunk of a tree several yards away.

But my focus could not linger there.

Instead, I focused on Link, who had - in the single moment it had been - managed to flip over himself, grab his bow from his back, and grab an arrow from his quiver. In one smooth movement the bow was in his hand and he nocked the arrow, then drew it.

I readied an arrow of my own. Recognizing the blue arrowhead, I grabbed a fiery one. Link had been quick to draw, and I had been slower, but my aim was truer. My arrow struck his, and they'd have been knocked off course and fallen to the ground uselessly if they were regular arrows, but they weren't.

Instead, they collided in a spectacular explosion, and I was struck first with a wave of frigid air that had goosebumps popping up on my arms, but the bitterness was quickly replaced by a wave of heat that nearly singed my eyebrows.

I winced, but only for a single second. I charged below the site of the explosion, knowing that Link was expecting me to. I knew he was, and yet I went anyway, a smile on my face as I dropped all my weapons and charged into him just as he landed.

With his incredible reflexes, he was able to catch me against him, but soon the force of it all sent him tumbling backwards and I went right along with him, unable to do anything else or to stop myself from doing so.

We were laughing as we tumbled head over heels down a slight slope, desperately trying to gain the upper hand but it was useless since we were slaves to gravity at that moment. When finally we did slow, I was on top, but Link forced me beneath him, but I was not to be beaten.

I rolled us once more, and when I had the chance, I grabbed his hands and pinned them well above his head. With all my weight against him, and both of us well out of breath, he was left without options.

Of course, there were options, technically. He could refuse to give in, he could continue to fight - buck me off him as I had to him earlier, but that was pointless. We'd be going for hours if he did that, well beyond the point of exhaustion.

But I could see in his eyes when they softened that he gave in. He smiled gently up at me, his eyes roving my face as he took in each and every single detail he could, but all I could focus on were his eyes, how they caught the light of the setting sun so brilliantly as it peeked over my shoulder.

I had beaten him.

I... I had beaten him.

"You did it, (Y/n)," he spoke softly. "You got me."

"Oh, please," I protested gently, shaking my head indulgently. "Like you couldn't just fight back right now."

"I could," he said, "but we both know that'd be useless."

I shrugged a little. "I think you'd outsmart me eventually. You've been fighting a lot longer than I have."

"Maybe," he said, "but you had some great ideas there. The bomb arrow, and using the fuse? I'd never thought of using that to make a smokescreen."

"I wasn't sure what exactly it'd do," I admitted, "but if nothing else, I figured it'd look cool."

"It did," he agreed, a wide smile on his face.

"I'm just proud that I made you sweat," I said, almost sheepishly. "You seemed to hold back less that time."

"(Y/n)," he said, somewhat surprised, "I wasn't holding back at all."

"Of course you were, Link."

"I wasn't," he said. "You forced me into thinking on my feet. I hadn't had to do that before."

"You don't need to lie to make me feel better..."

"I'm not," he said, clearly wanting to sit up. So I released him, sliding off him only to sit right there at his side as he sat up and faced me, clearly wanting to shake some sense into me. And maybe I needed it, because I didn't believe him for a damn second. "Really, I'm not."

"Link..."

"Come on," he said, looking at me incredulously. "Didn't we go over this the other day? When you caught me looking sad because I lied to you before-"

"Again," I reiterated.

"Right," he agreed. "Again. Do you remember what I said?"

"You apologized again for it."

"Not that. The other thing."

"You promised you'd be honest," I answered for him.

"Exactly," he said, taking my shoulders in his hands. "I promised to be honest. So why would I lie? Especially about this? I'm proud of you, (Y/n). The progress you've made... it's nothing short of incredible. You're incredible, (Y/n)."

"I..."

I didn't know how to respond.

My heart did, though.

"Thank you," I said genuinely, smiling brightly as the warmth overflowed from my heart. "That means more than you know, Link."

"Makes us even, then," he said, standing up. "At least for now."

"Even? From what? What did I do?"

"Are you forgetting you're being terribly stupid and brave by offering yourself up to travel with me?"

"Oh," I said, accepting his offer of help. I took his hands and let him pull me to stand. "Yeah, that. I guess we are even then. For now." I took a few steps away from him, picking up my fallen sword. "I'll even forget about how your little stunt ruined how I really wanted this fight to end."

"Oh? And how's that? Show me now," he requested.

"Well, the first time I sent you backwards and you fell onto your back, you remember?"

He nodded. "I remember. That kick hurt."

"Sorry," I said, smiling sheepishly, but he only shook his head, prompting me to continue. "I wanted to stand above you like this, and do one of these..."

I tried to mimic what he did so often, and that was twirl his sword and make it look so effortless, but my attempt ended with the sword falling to the dirt with a clatter. "Dammit," I said through my laughter as I picked it up. "How do you do that?!"

Link chuckled good-naturedly and went to retrieve his own sword. "Like this," he said, demonstrating as though it was the easiest thing to do - and maybe for him, it was. All I could do was sheathe my sword and set my hands on my hips, leveling him with an easy look, one that he only grinned at. "I can't teach you all my tricks, (Y/n)."

"Really? And why is that?" I started to walk, heading back to retrieve all our fallen weapons. Link fell into step alongside me, helping me as I went along. "Your pride getting in the way?"

"No, not at all," he said. "Just gotta stay interesting for you."

"Right," I said, rolling my eyes and handing him his shield. "You're ridiculous. And you know what? I don't think it's fair you used your paraglider."

"What? Why? It's all fair game."

"It's not," I said.

"It's not fair you tricked me," he countered, leading the way towards the horses now that we collected all our weapons.

"That's perfectly fair!"

"Actually, no."

"How?"

"I don't know," he said. "it 's just not."

"You really are ridiculous, Link."

"What?! Take it back, (Y/n)! That time it sounded like you meant it!"

I laughed and walked a little faster, hoping to entice him into following - which he did. But I'd keep the charade up a little longer, just to see him panic some more.

—

"And then," Link said, miming winding his arm back, "she took, I don't know, not even a single second to aim, before..." He pretended to throw, whistling to indicate the hurtling of the spear through the air and then making a deep thunk noise, indicating when it made contact with the monster.

Laying by the fire on my side as I was, with my chin propped up in my hand, I was comfortable, but could feel heat rising to my cheeks at the dramatic retelling of how I'd saved his life just the other day against monsters - with my first ever throw of the spear, one that was not practice and was in fact in battle.

Hylia, this was embarrassing. Still, it was a good kind of embarrassment, because I could tell he so loved to tell this story, even to complete strangers. We weren't at a stable, nor even at a village - we'd only made camp in a small pocket of trees just off the road, and a few other travelers had seen the fire and came over, asking for a spot to rest just for a little bit. Well, they stayed for dinner, and had been preparing to leave when Link told them to sit so he could tell his story.

And he was still going.

"The monster had been lifting its weapon, intending to kill me... But (Y/n) had been quicker, and braver too, and in that moment, threw the spear with so much strength and accuracy that it killed the monster on impact!"

"Wow!"

"Incredible!"

"Really? Whoa!"

"Then what happened?!"

"Yeah, don't leave us hanging!"

"Well, it's simple, really," Link said, settling back down to sit beside me. "She saved my life. We killed the rest of the monsters together, then left, searching for a safe place to rest. Eventually, we found one, and I thanked her."

"Aw," one of the women on the other side of the fire cooed. "That's so sweet!"

"Yeah, yeah," said the man beside her, who I presumed was her partner not just on the journey, but in life and love, too. "Listen, we gotta get going. Thanks for the grub, and for the story. We enjoyed it, pal."

"No problem," I said in answer about the food. "And you were doing him a favor, giving him someone else to tell that story to."

"Yeah?" The man said with a chuckle. "Good, then. Stay safe, you two."

"Safe travels," LInk and I called after them as they gathered up their belongings and headed out. And when we were alone once more in the camp we established...

"(Y/n)," Link said, sliding over to sit closer to the fire and making it easier for me to see him. He got comfortable, looking into my eyes intently all the while. "Are you alright? Seems like there's something on your mind."

"Thinking about you, actually," I admitted, and I didn't miss it when his cheeks flushed red.

"Really?"

"Mm-hm."

"Um... what about me?"

"You knew the princess," I said, and he nodded. "You don't remember a lot about her though, right?"

"Right," he said sadly. "Only her voice, because she guided me on my way across the Great Plateau. And... in that memory..."

"I know," I said, nodding solemnly. She'd sent him to the Shrine of Resurrection after he gave his life for her. I couldn't imagine that - giving your life up for someone.

Or... maybe I could.

"Is there something specific you wanted to know?"

"Is there anything else you remember? You have your name, but only your first. Do you maybe remember your last name? We might be able to find your family."

"Oh, uh..." He thought it over, then shook his head. "No, I don't remember it. Actually, I... I really only remember that one memory, and who I am, and my training, and only the basics of what happened a century ago. I..."

"Link?"

"I don't remember much about the princess, or the other Champions, or who I trained with. I don't remember my knight-captain, or... or even my parents. I don't remember if I had siblings, what my parents were like, if I had pets or friends... I don't remember anything at all. Only that I had lost everyone and everything. No matter how hard I try... I can't remember my mother's voice, or her face, or... or her smile. It's so simple, but I just can't remember. And it's..."

"Link, I really can't ever know how hard it is, to forget everyone you've ever known," I said when it became clear he didn't want to say anything more. "To forget your parents..." I trailed off, shaking my head. "And I don't mean to trivialize it, not at all. But I lose memories, too."

That caught him by surprise. "...Really?"

"Really," I confirmed. "Memories are not permanent. That's true for everyone."

"I didn't know that," he said. "Or, maybe I did, but I... I don't remember..."

"It's something people don't realize," I told him softly. "We don't realize it's happening as it does, but all memories fade and haze with time. Details are muddied and blurred, and some are lost forever." I paused for a moment, collecting myself and my thoughts. "Sometimes, it's just feelings that remain. Some memories of my childhood, I remember only tiny pieces - but what I remember most is how I feel. Sometimes I'm reminded of things when I see certain items, or places - and though I can't remember details, I remember only how I felt at that time, when I made the memory connected to it."

"I see," he considered. "I had no idea."

"As I said, it's not something people actively know is happening," I continued. "And it's an easy thing to forget. That's why people take things for granted. They think they'll always remember something or someone and then it all slips away - the memories, too. Time dims everything, eventually. Even the happiest times of my life have faded away so I can't remember the details."

"That's sad," he noted.

"Not as sad as losing all memories," I countered easily, gently. "As I said, I lose memories, but it's not like you have."

"Will our time together fade, too?"

"Not if we don't let it," I said quietly.

Link, for a moment, looked away. But then, when his eyes returned to meet my own, they held this courageous fire to them, emboldened by the fire he was sitting beside and by something else entirely. And I was, for a moment, rendered speechless and nearly breathless by the weight of his gaze settling over me.

"I feel I did enjoy my time working with the princess and the Champions - this I know to be true."

"Good, then," I said softly.

"That's all I need, then," he said surely. "But it's not enough. I want to make lots of memories now that I'm awake again. I don't want wasted time and for stupid things to fill my memory and take up space. I want it all to mean something. And I want... I want to make lots of memories with you."

I had to let that sink in, for a moment.

And when my heart began to race, I found it in me to smile. And when he smiled in return, I found it in me to speak. "I'll do all I can to help you with that. We'll make this life of yours a memorable one. So one day, when you're old and Hyrule is safe, you can think back to all that we've done and be proud of it - how's that sound, hero?"

He let out what seemed to be a relieved breath. "Sounds perfect, (Y/n)."