"When did you say you wanted to leave?!" Link asked seemingly no one, yet he knew his voice would echo throughout the house at that volume.

"Now!" he heard in reply, making Link shake his head and roll his eyes, his lips curling into a smile.

"Don't worry," he heard Zelda continue. "I'm almost ready!"

"How do I look?" Zelda said with her hands still fidgeting with her updo, prompting Link to turn to face her as she hurried down the stairs.

"Late," he said as he approached her, meeting her at the bottom of the stairs. He curled his arm around her back, and pulled her rather close, her chest flush against his.

"And perfect."

Link pecked her lips with his, rescinding to smile at the blush in her cheeks, that he could still cause that at such a little action, a little word.

"I think you may be a little biased," Zelda said with a teasing smile.

"Maybe," Link said with a chuckle. "But I see your perfection as fact."

Link's eyes flitted to her smile as Zelda's arms moved to hang around his neck. Link sank his lips into Zelda's, the exchange deep, one meant only for the lovers they were, their hearts burning comfortably with a safe warmth.

"Link," she said between touches of their lips, a slight giggle in her voice. "We're late."

"Mm," Link hummed, withdrawing only to peck her lips once more. "Right."

"You're just so distracting sometimes," Link said took her hand and heading out the door.

"Is this dress new?" He asked, looking her up and down. It was blue, matching her eyes and making them glimmer. The sleeves ended at her wrists and the bottom of her dress flared out around her calves.

"It was a birthday present from my father," Zelda explained as Link spun her around, her hand around his finger. "I haven't had the occasion the wear it until now."

"Then it's a good thing Groose and Orielle are celebrating their engagement," Link said.

"It's so hard to believe that Groose is going to be a married man in three months," stated Zelda.

"Yeah," Link replied. "It seems like just yesterday that he was hitting on half our class."

"Before he set his sights on me," Zelda added with a slight laugh. "But seriously I think that him and Orielle are well-matched."

"Me too," Link agreed. "I'm happy for them."

They began to see the lights in the distance, that adorned the Lumpy Pumpkin and reflected upon their blue eyes. It was just like its counterpart in the skies, orange and shaped like a pumpkin, only this one was larger, with the pumpkin fields in the back instead of the front and a larger, more accessible entrance.

"I like this new tradition," Link said. "Having an engagement party. All we really did to celebrate was inform your father I proposed."

"Amongst other things," Zelda added with a knowing smirk.

"Well, sure," Link agreed. "But my point is that weddings are usually the big deal and engagements are just seen as a step towards that. It's a very Groose thing to do to make something big out of something small. I think a celebration is what we need right now, after all we've been through."

Zelda went silent at the reminder, lamenting his statement.

"It doesn't feel like we're dancing on their graves?" Zelda asked. "The Sheikah and the interlopers?"

Link shook his head.

"We have to look to the future," he said. "We can't forget the blood that was spilled, but if we drown in it, we won't be able to live ourselves. At some point, we have to acknowledge that it's in the past, learn from it, but not obsess over it."

Zelda tipped her head to lean on Link's shoulder as they approached the newly-opened Lumpy Pumpkin, people already gathering for the celebration.

"I love you," Zelda said, "so much."

Link kissed the side of her head.

"Not as much as I love you."