[The problem here is this: there's a piece of information she's missing; a card he categorically refuses to pull away from his chest, let alone put it on the table for all to see. Because, he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that "Zelda of Skyloft" is not some unrelated girl entirely incidental to their cycling stories, even if she doesn't claim any kind of royal lineage. If she were, then there would be no way that her harp would find its way into his hands, carefully preserved throughout the ages like a precious treasure. Their stars form a constellation, though he is not yet able to see the lines that connect them.

But that truth remains hidden, another to add to the hoard he's kept from her. When they meet (and he's sure that they'll meet, now that she's here), he's certain the Princess before him will come to a similar conclusion, even if they don't reach it the same way.]

When I mentioned your previous presence here, she was quite saddened by the thought that she would not get to meet you. There is something that she owes you, she said. [His fingers drum against the table idly as he answers the question she voices and not the one she does not.] She would not tell me what she meant by that. Only "it's something between us Zeldas, that's all."

[... One could mistake his sullenness as simply feeling left out, and one wouldn't be entirely incorrect.]