Zelda continues to massage the side of her head with one hand as she tries to find the answer to Kratos's question. Her overtaxed brain protests the effort, but she pushes forward in spite of the headache. She only dreamed of Songerein early in her century inside the seal with Calamity Ganon, perhaps forty years into her imprisonment. And even then, it was a relatively short dream by comparison, a fleeting respite from a century of confinement.

"It is difficult to know for certain," she says, brows knotted in concentration. "Sixty years, perhaps more."