[ The last time he had seen her, she had been encased in crystal while the malice from her world took her exact form. The current Zelda hunched over on the ground looks like neither. Her hair is cropped. Her garb is different. She bears no crest of her royal house upon her raiments, at least not from what he can see as he crouches beside her.
Perhaps the worst had occurred, and her kingdom fell to calamity.
While his hand remains upon her upper back, feeling the steady rise and fall of breaths, his eyes lift to the stone upon the ground, then back to her.
Perhaps she's brought something else dangerous to this world, much like how the blight of Hyrule had consumed so much of this dream-realm only a few weeks ago.
If there are any questions, he remains unwilling to speak them until he feels her breathing become more rhythmic, slower, as his palm keeps a steady, secure (if cold) anchor upon her shoulder, letting her know that he is still here. And so, he waits.
And waits.
And waits.
When it seems she's calmed, at least somewhat, he offers a gentle observation, keeping his tone open-- she need not reply if she is not ready. ]
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Perhaps the worst had occurred, and her kingdom fell to calamity.
While his hand remains upon her upper back, feeling the steady rise and fall of breaths, his eyes lift to the stone upon the ground, then back to her.
Perhaps she's brought something else dangerous to this world, much like how the blight of Hyrule had consumed so much of this dream-realm only a few weeks ago.
If there are any questions, he remains unwilling to speak them until he feels her breathing become more rhythmic, slower, as his palm keeps a steady, secure (if cold) anchor upon her shoulder, letting her know that he is still here. And so, he waits.
And waits.
And waits.
When it seems she's calmed, at least somewhat, he offers a gentle observation, keeping his tone open-- she need not reply if she is not ready. ]
Time has passed for you.