The unspoken message is received and Zelda allows herself to lower her guard. Heightened breathing slows and some of the tension fades from her shoulders.

"You are...." Complete sentences are hard right now.

Zelda carefully studies Kratos's face, her brows knitting together in that familiar look she gets whenever she's concentrating. Though only four years have passed for Link, it has been more than sixty for Zelda since she was last in Songerein. The memories that have been long buried from what feels like two lifetimes ago are surfacing in her mind and she rifles through them looking for a name to match this face. "...Kratos?"

There's that spark of recognition in her eyes.