[ With Zelda checked out fully, as much as Urbosa can, she stands taller and allows the girl her space. She can almost feel how fast her heart had been racing, and now she wishes for it to settle. There were many things in her lifetime that she was proud of – her people, her land for healing and working as it should, and the royal line of Hyrule. Zelda had grown into a woman – she can see how her eyes feel different, how her manners stand a bit taller against the gerudo. ]

Lead on.

[ She was the one more familiar, something that Urbosa finds amusing. Her lips twist as they walk, a small chuckle at how it seems Zelda was guiding her – oh how times have changed. ]

Forests can speak a language I am unfamiliar with. [ It's murky, dense, and has threats so unseen. A desert is simpler – she notes, but the challenge is always there. ] But, with a guide like you – I'm in good hands.

[ She's at least light about it, not fond of the beasts that weave between treelines, but... she perks a brow at Zelda, lifting her curved sword and pointing towards a clearing. That way, more visibility. ]

My purpose is to find you and guide you. I can still feel that. I'm not sure if I'm "Mirrorbound" – heard that term thrown around enough, but I am here.