[ ah, so he says what she has been thinking aloud. it is the quietest thought she has had in a long time, the idea that she can go back to her life before being swallowed up and spit back out on the surface. before impa swooped in and found her, before hylia was a name she was trying to cast off like an scab she can't stop picking at. she smiles in falsely sprightly way, the beaming look not meeting her sapphire blue eyes. ]

You're right. [ her gaze goes back, falling upon the forgotten and lonely looking pumpkin. zelda, thoughtless in her actions, goes to retrieve it, removing rubble and dust from it like a mother might wipe her child's face clean. ]

I saw a booth earlier. Children were laughing, and carving pumpkins like you said... Would you like to care one with me? Once we get out of this maze, of course.