The wind blew across the grass, symbolizing the passing on of the smashers' lost comrade. His body had been lay to rest just outside the mansion. All the smashers were attending, even the more than reluctant Ganondorf. Most of them had things to say, but none as much as Zelda. Her eulogy must have gone on for at least half an hour. After that, Link's funeral was over and many left. All except Zelda. She stayed there until nightfall. She didn't want to, but she just couldn't bring herself to leave. After hours, she finally blacked out.

When she came to the next morning, she found Marth sitting next to her bed.

"How long was I asleep?"

Marth thought for a few moments and said, "About 8 hours."

Zelda looked at the clock and saw it was 10:07. She rubbed her eyes as she sat up.

"Listen," Marth said, "Everyone's worried about you."

"They are?"

"Yeah. You stand by Link's grave till almost 2:00 in the morning until you black out. You haven't said anything to anyone between Link's death and the funeral. What's not to worry about?"

"I don't mean to make everyone worry," Zelda said

"Well, we just want to help,"

"I'm fine, I don't need help,"

"Are you sure?" Marth asked, "Even after last night?"

Zelda stared blankly for a moment and answered, "No. I'm not sure of anything anymore."

"I know," Marth said, grimly.

Zelda knew Marth would understand. He had lost the woman he loved a couple years ago. It was a long time before he was able to move on, but Zelda knew he had never completely gotten over it, and never would. And she knew it would be the same with her. Because there are some wounds even time cannot fully heal.

"Zelda," Marth said, "I don't want you to be alone in this like I was."

"Thank you," Zelda said.

"Just remember," Marth said, "I'm here for you."