[ That's true of many nobles, she thinks. She knows Link hunted for the two of them and on occasion she would watch or follow— it had not been a desire to be close to him but as the walls between her and her broke down, she had found comfort in it.

So she spins, once more, standing at her full (and admittedly unimpressive) height, arms stretched out. ]

It has it's beauty to it, doesn't it?

[ That's not the whole of it, she's sure, but she feels a little like she's flying high in the sky, holding tight onto her father's paraglider. ] But I don't imagine it was born from choice. Necessity, again... after all, is there much difference between us on the surface and those down here? They adapted, this is their climate and lifestyle, but surely they could live above as well. [ She pauses, turning away from Saber and tilting her head. ]

Perhaps it's to do with survival.