Ilysa emerged from the forest and made her way across the village. She gave a curt nod to a few villagers who greeted her, but she did not waste a single moment by stopping. She entered the Sealed Grounds from the woods, and saw the temple up ahead. Since the humans had returned, they had built many stairs and bridges throughout the woods so that it was easier to get around. She ascended a set of steps and entered through the side of the temple. Once inside, she looked across the temple towards the enormous tree to see Groose standing before it. Of all the humans, she preferred his company the most; she found him increasingly mature each time she spoke with him, and she felt a physical attraction towards him, which she would deny anytime he teased her for it, despite their numerous nights spent together, and their frequent 'excursions' in the days. She walked over to him, and saw that he was staring at the tree, seemingly lost in its vastness and strength.

"Groose?"

"Hmm, uh, oh. I didn't hear you come in."

"Watching the tree grow are we?"

"I remember a time when this tree never existed, but at the same time it's always been here. Time travel is a confusing concept, and I barely understand why it took us so long to reseal the gate. Maybe if we had done it earlier_"

"If we had done it earlier, none of us would have known how important it was to listen to her. Zelda was right: the gate was dangerous and because no one believed her, she's on the other side of a gate that she sealed over thousands of years ago. She is not dead—she is not here, but she is not dead: don't forget that."

"I just don't know why we couldn't have just smashed it from this side. Every day I ask myself what would have happened if we just blew it up when she mentioned it."

"For all we know, there is a reason she went through. Perhaps she wasn't aware of it, but there's always a reason. For instance, there's a reason I came to see you just now…"

"Oh you need a reason to come see me now? I figured you just couldn't stay away."

"Well that's just it."

"What's just it?"

"Nine months."

"Nine months until what?"

"Groose, I'm carrying your child."