[ Zelda accepts the offerings with a grateful nod. For someone who isn't accustomed to caring for other people, Sheik is certainly doing a good job. A cold sweet sounds appealing on this miserable, hot day.
She sets the cup of gelato in her lap before opening the bottle of water and taking a drink. The cool water immediately eases her aching throat. She's careful not to drink too fast, lest the sudden jolt of cold water upset her already unhappy stomach. ]
Thank you. [ She finally says. There's still a bit of a rasp to her voice, but she definitely sounds better.
Zelda looks out at the Plaza again. It still feels so strange looking at it, seeing it look exactly how she (now) remembers it. She's tempted to simply sit and enjoy the view for now, to let the nostalgia wash over her and grant her some measure of peace for a moment (something that has been sorely lacking in her life lately). But she also figures that Sheik must have questions (he's not the only one), but doesn't want to rush her.
So, Zelda ventures: ] From my perspective, over sixty years have passed.
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She sets the cup of gelato in her lap before opening the bottle of water and taking a drink. The cool water immediately eases her aching throat. She's careful not to drink too fast, lest the sudden jolt of cold water upset her already unhappy stomach. ]
Thank you. [ She finally says. There's still a bit of a rasp to her voice, but she definitely sounds better.
Zelda looks out at the Plaza again. It still feels so strange looking at it, seeing it look exactly how she (now) remembers it. She's tempted to simply sit and enjoy the view for now, to let the nostalgia wash over her and grant her some measure of peace for a moment (something that has been sorely lacking in her life lately). But she also figures that Sheik must have questions (he's not the only one), but doesn't want to rush her.
So, Zelda ventures: ] From my perspective, over sixty years have passed.