[ Her heart clenches, unbidden. The sight of Urbosa, approaching, holding her hand out to her with kindness and well-meant words of encouragement, ones that make her want to do just that, is overwhelming. For a brief moment, she considers this an illusion, a cruel trick played on her. That the woman who protected her and who she found safety in, again and again, was alive and well enough to hunt, strikes her with melancholy. She had seen that spirit off, hanging over Hyrule Castle, but then she remembers something someone else had told her. That they, too, had been dead.
All the same, her ancestress is here.
She reaches out, a shiver lighting up her spine as they touch. That hand is unmistakable, even one hundred years later. She stands, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. ]
Yes...!
[ When she stands, the grass and dirt and fallen leaves stick to her. There's twigs in her hair, dirt smeared across her forehead. She feels ashamed, that Urbosa would see her princess like this. With her free hand, Zelda tries to clean it off. The action allows her enough time to dry those tears. ]
I can hardly believe it, but of course... You would find yourself out here. [ Her heart is hammering in her chest, but she is sincere. ]You are... Doing what you can to help?
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All the same, her ancestress is here.
She reaches out, a shiver lighting up her spine as they touch. That hand is unmistakable, even one hundred years later. She stands, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. ]
Yes...!
[ When she stands, the grass and dirt and fallen leaves stick to her. There's twigs in her hair, dirt smeared across her forehead. She feels ashamed, that Urbosa would see her princess like this. With her free hand, Zelda tries to clean it off. The action allows her enough time to dry those tears. ]
I can hardly believe it, but of course... You would find yourself out here. [ Her heart is hammering in her chest, but she is sincere. ]You are... Doing what you can to help?