[ It is simply that kindness begets kindness in the world, doesn't it? But going out of your way for a stranger, one who is sick, sticks to her spirit in a way that makes her way to make sure Hiyori knows it's appreciated. Her voice is soft, nostalgic, and perhaps a little regretful with she speaks, the messy swirl of emotions linking together in a heavy pair of chains on Zelda's soul, even as she smiles. ]

Her name is... Hylia. [ Zelda shifts a little again, hands moving to lower the harp now that Hiyori has seen what she'll be learning on and approved of it. Idly, Zelda wonders if she can create a copy for her; there's a gift giving holiday coming up, isn't there? ]

We are raised with loyalty to Hylia in us. Hehe... this harp was part of a religious ceremony at one point. Now it's simply mine. I'm glad you like it so much. She had a harp like this. [ I had a harp like this. She could never say it, not here. ] The strings are so few, it's a lot easier to memorize the notes this way. The strings are usually colored on the learning harps, but we'll make do!