Link rushed from the Lumpy Pumpkin, looking around himself for her silhouette in the dark night before he spotted it, rushing into the infirmary.
"Oh no," he whispered as his eyes melted, realizing what must have happened.
"Zel!" He exclaimed as he started a quick run.
She was at his bedside when Link caught up to her, knees on the floor and head in her arms, her shoulders shaking with hiccuped breaths. The large man on the bed she cried on was covered in a white sheet completely.
After a shaky exhale, Link rushed forward and took her into his arms. Zelda almost immediately conforming to cry on his shoulder, to clutch at the fabric he wore.
They sat in a long silence as Zelda cried, Link facing the body under the white sheet and truly coming to terms with the loss, the great man that had fallen. Tears adorned his eyes, but Link ignored them, burying his face in the soft, long blonde hair of his wife.
"I…" she tried, but nothing else came out, Zelda crying more.
"It's okay," Link said shakily. "You don't have to say anything. We can just be here. We're safe here. I am here and you are safe."
Link felt her clutch harder at his tunic, as if letting go meant Link would disappear too.
"Don't leave," Zelda said in a voice so small it broke Link's heart.
"I'm here," Link repeated. "I'm right here."
Zelda cried because her father wasn't. Zelda cried because her mother wasn't. Zelda cried for Indigo and for the other Sheikah and for her people that she had banished and for her people who were still here.
Zelda cried for Link, for Link who seemed to be in a constant state of lost and found to her, for Link who she feared to lose again, for Link who she just wanted to stay. Just him, just one person.
"I am here," she heard Link repeat. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise."
Zelda shook her head.
"My father, he…" she said. "He didn't mean to go either. Without him, I…I'm an orphan…my parents…my guidance."
Her breath hiccuped as she sobbed into the crook of Link's neck.
"Zelda, I promise you I am not going anywhere," Link said shakily, continuing to pet the back of her head, "but there does come a time when we all become orphans. There comes a time where we have to mourn the people who gave us life. Remember I've been an orphan as long as you've known me."
"He had so much life left," she blubbered, he voice muffled in Link's shoulder. "He didn't…he never…"
"He didn't what?" Link prompted before guessing. "He didn't…get to see his grandchild?"
"I could have stopped it," Zelda said as she withdrew, her eyes drenched in tears. "I could have asked more questions about the pregnancy…made sure I…I had all the bases covered…prevent the miscarriage."
"Zelda, no…"
"I could have done anything different…with them too…I caused them to go against us…to…to resort that magic…I caused all of this."
Link brought her into another embrace.
"You can't blame yourself," Link said. "Your miscarriage was not your fault and your father getting struck by that magic was not your fault. Hindsight now means nothing to your lack of foresight then. And your father will see his grandchild, no matter when we start trying."
"How do you know?" Asked Zelda.
"Because I know he is in the Sacred Realm," Link said. "The outside of the Temple of Light, like in all these myths and legends. He will find peace there and he will watch us continue our lives with that proud smile on his face. You know the one."
"Yes," Zelda said. "Yes I do."
Link let go of the embrace to wipe her tears away, even though more were coming. He held both her cheeks.
"And I am not going anywhere," Link said. "I promise."
