[ A corgi hops into her lap. In surprise, Zelda's arms swing past her and land palm first into the snow. It yaps up at her, and she thinks it looks... very much not like a Remlit, though the stature is quite similar. If she weren't overwhelmed with the want to do something to help, then she might even have reached out to pet it.

Thankfully, Tifa's arms come around her to center her more. Okay, relax. This is fine. They can talk for a moment now— the deer seem too curious to leave, yes, and she had mentioned her harp, so she nods, blond hair bouncing. ]

There's only one of it in the world. [ Two, here, but she doesn't mention that. ] It's very special. [ ...For a specific reason. This also goes unsaid.

But most importantly: ]

It's the last thing I have from home. [ Even her clothes are dripped in memories she can almost distance herself from. But that harp, you see, is something given to her by her father in preparation for a ceremony back home; the final remnant of Zelda, not the holy spirit in her body.

A beat. ]

If I distract them... will you look for it? [ The corgis will probably listen better to her, and eight sniffers looking for it plus Tifa is more than she can give at the moment. ]