"Interesting." Alastor steepled his fingers. "I can't say I've heard of anyone actually successfully time traveling, but if a non-magician like Wells could imagine it, it's not outside the realm of possibility with the right magical resources and proper preparation. Not that I'd want to do so, mind you. I'm quite fond of how this timeline has turned out thus far and I'd rather not set it off the rails."

He refilled her drink.

"I take it you're still back then in Hyrule? Or did you find some way back either via reversing the spell or the..." He thought for a moment for the right words. "...well, I suppose 'the slow path' would be the right term for it. Though if it's as far back as I suspect, that wouldn't guarantee you returning to your proper time alive."

Zelda might notice the note of concern in his voice and how his smile shifted just enough to reveal a hint of the same emotion. Alastor liked her, but he understood the toll eternity could take on a person.