[ Truthfully, that's not at all what she means, but she finds herself empathetically listening all the same. They walk, then, shoulder to shoulder— she's much shorter than her descendant, but this is hardly a surprise to her. Even Link had been taller than her, you see, so it's no trouble to her to raise her head and look up at Zelda, blue eyes rapt and attentive. ]

It's not, [ comes her soft agreement, steps in time with Zelda's. Despite this, she giggles again, and then sways her head side to side, golden locks swaying. ] I was curious if you had a job, or how you spent your days here... But this is nice to know, too. [ If, at the end of it all, her descendant can find some kind of blessing in being herself, then it's worth it, isn't it? ]

It's never very clear, though. I didn't understand what meant for me until the end of my journey... Because even though I'm— [ Ah. Hm. ] Zelda... and all that entails, I'm still my father's daughter, and the girl my friends know and grew up with... My classmates' classmate, the pupil to my teachers... And my Loftwing's friend, you know? Link was still— ...I was still his Zelda.

[ Her other hand rises to rest on Zelda's elbow, walking pace slowing slightly. ] That's enough. Isn't it?