"So what should I tell Mipha?"

Link's face slackened in surprise momentarily but quickly hardened again as he tried to shake her off.

"So what should I tell her? That her dear friend didn't care enough about her too-"

"Shut up," Link interrupted coldly as his fire-filled eyes bored into her.

Urbosa's eyebrows crawled up her forehead. She continued to hold onto his arm even though he had yet to attempt another charge towards the Lizalfo encampment.

Her Hylian companion had been having an episode since they had departed the tower. Whatever he had seen had drawn him so far into himself that she had been forced to guide him along most of the precarious path to Zora's Domain.

It was an irritating and taxing journey at best. She had not made nearly the progress she had hoped for. The Gerudo Champion had taken Gruve's warning to heart. She navigated the winding path cautiously, stopping every few meters to analyze her surroundings for threats, keeping a firm grip on Link the entire time.

As they had been making their way next to a cliff face, a black form fell towards them from above. Urbosa, adrenaline racing through her system, had sped Link and herself under the nearest overhang. She pressed herself against the cliff face as she thanked Hylia for Midna's intelligence. The wolf had followed Urbosa's lead and had made herself as small as possible.

Glancing back had revealed a Lizalfo with a gaping hole in its chest. Urbosa, not believing that its killer was benign, had scaled up the cliff to investigate.

At the top, she found the largest Lizalfo camp she had seen. Walking towards it was a white Lizalfo. She cursed quietly as the lizard-like monster ambled onwards. Ordinary monsters would be problem enough. Adding a white Lizalfo into the mix put whoever they attacked at a serious disadvantage.

A brief rustling accompanied by the sound of a blade being unsheathed quietly had been all the warning she had received. Her hand had lashed out, quick as lightning, to grab the Hylian that had followed her up.

"What good will charging down there do?"

His lips tightened until they were the palest shade of white.

"What do you want?" he finally asked quietly.

"I want you to stop and think for one dinforsaken moment. You charge down there now and the only chance the Zora will have of mounting a proper defense will die with us."

"How so?"

"You know they can't climb and it doesn't look like there is any other way up here, even from the other side. Unless they have magic or technology we don't know about, I would think it's safe to say that they have no idea what they're up against."

His expression told her he was unconvinced.

"I won't claim to know or understand what's going through your head right now but I will tell you one thing. No matter what it is, it doesn't excuse such rash actions."

"And why not?" he snapped as his fist slammed into a nearby rock.

"Because our lives don't just belong to us," Urbosa replied with all the patience she could muster. "They also belong to all the people who are relying on us."

Link gave her a long, hard look. Eventually, the tension left his body as he sighed. Urbosa followed him as he jumped off the cliff, both pulling out their paragliders midway through the fall. As soon as they landed Link began making his way along the path as though the last few minutes hadn't happened.

Urbosa followed him, watching the young Hylian's back carefully. The expression she had seen on his face, or lack thereof, concerned her greatly. She had worried that his emotions would rule him. Now she was worried that he was shutting it all out. Emotions could either be a warrior's friend or enemy.

Anger, fear, and sorrow. When controlled, they could motivate and even strengthen one. When uncontrolled, they hindered one. Emotions could lead to an end faster than any enemy's blade could. By the same token, suppressing them could be just as detrimental; they reminded one of the reasons they fought. It gave them a reason to stand back up when beaten down. It was a delicate but vital balance.

A balance that Link still lacked.

"The biggest threat is the shock arrows," Link said suddenly, breaking Urbosa from her musings.

"Hmm? They have shock arrows?"

She was surprised when he nodded. Maybe she was wrong about how blind he had been. That held little comfort for her though. It only proved that his courage was accompanied by an equal measure of foolishness.

"We should have brought the others," Link muttered.

"Even if we had, there would be little they could do. Revali would be far too hampered by the rain and Daruk would be more of a problem than anything else. The best we can do is free the Divine Beast quickly and make some sort of plan to deal with them."

The trio walked silently through the torrential downpour. Urbosa, like Midna, had given up on attempting to manage the amount of water in her hair and instead allowed the coming battles to distract her from her discomfort. The constant, cold tapping on her skin was maddening but she pushed it aside. She had far more pressing issues that required her attention.

The tips of her fingers gently massaged her temple. The days ahead were going to be long indeed.

"There's something I've been meaning to ask you," Sidon stated as he and Mipha walked through the Domain.

"Yes?"

"Seeing you again has caused me to spend a great deal of time thinking about the past. I remember there was a Hylian that you and I spent a lot of time with. May I ask about him?"

"Link?"

"Link?" Sidon murmured as he hooked his index finger on his chin. "That name does seem familiar… Ah! I am sorry!" he exclaimed.

"For what?" Mipha asked worriedly. They were coming up on the throne room quickly. Though Sidon had matured in her absence, she knew he would still have an infinite number of questions. She wanted to prepare him for the shock before she faced her father. It would be easier than trying to answer both of their questions at the same time.

"That was a long time ago. He is likely long dead," Sidon replied sadly. "I am far too careless with my words sometimes."

"Sidon, Link is still- " Mipha's eyes widened as they found an old, black Zora attempting to touch a shock arrow. He shouted in pain as an arc jumped from the arrow to his outstretched hand. "That is enough!"

"Lady Mipha?" Seggin asked in wonder. He looked away quickly while wiping his eyes. "Forgive me," he muttered gruffly, "I never thought I would see you again."

"Nonsense! We are all overjoyed by my sister's return!"

"Seggin, why are you doing this to yourself?"

"I am training myself to better withstand shock arrows so that I put an end to that fell beasts rampage," Seggin replied proudly. "I, the so-called Demon Sergeant, will do now what I could not one hundred years ago!"

"You must stop this," Mipha replied disapprovingly as she took his hand. She frowned at the burn marks that marred his palms. "You are only doing yourself harm."

"I will protect our home… and you." Seggin still wouldn't look at her. He turned away from her again when she tried to move into his field of view. "I will do what that Hylian couldn't."

"You will not," she replied firmly but gently. "Ruta is my responsibility."

"I will not allow it!"

"For once it would seem that we are in agreement," Muzu interjected as he approached from the direction of the throne room. "We nearly lost you once. I will not allow you to be put in danger so needlessly again."

"Hyrule needs me."

"Let the Hylians dig themselves out of the hole that they fell into. Had they taken a moment to think before they attempted to use ancient technology and involve- "

"Enough Muzu," Sidon interrupted quietly. The Elder gave the Prince an enraged stare.

"You forget yourself Prince Sidon," Muzu replied tightly.

"Was it not you who constantly chided Sidon and myself for not taking our duties seriously?"

"Muzu is right," Seggin growled, jumping back into the argument. "We nearly lost you because your Hylian friend wasn't half the champion he should have been."

"You were friends with the Hylian Champion?" Sidon asked excitedly.

"He was no friend of hers. That impudent little- "

"Father told me that he was the one who carried her to safety. To carry an ally off the field of battle-" Sidon murmured as he closed his eyes thoughtfully "-he must have been among the truest of friends!" the Prince cried as his eyes sprung open and his arms went wide. Mipha noticed that Seggin's eyes widened as Sidon had spoken.

"Link used you both to prevent our King from exiling him from the Domain as he should have been. He felt nothing but contempt for the both of you."

"Link? The same Link that we used to play with?" Sidon asked Mipha.

"Yes. He and Lady Urbosa, another Champion, are on their way here now," Mipha answered.

Mipha took a deep breath as she was accosted by three confused Zora. She quickly explained how she had awoken in the Shrine of Resurrection and the events that followed. The confusion quickly turned to rage on the part of the elders and excitement on Sidon's.

"We must speak with your father at once!" Muzu shrieked. He spun on his heel and stomped towards the throne room.

Seggin stared between Muzu's retreating form and Mipha, seeming unsure of what he should do. Finally, he gave her a long look.

"He carried you off the battlefield?" he asked uncertainly.

"That is what father said," Sidon jumped in after Mipha failed to reply.

"That is… not what I was led to believe." Seggin stared at the ground uneasily for a long moment. "Do you still trust him?" he finally asked as he looked at her.

"I do."

"Very well," Seggin responded as he straightened, "I have no love for him but if you are certain that he is trustworthy, I won't interfere."

"Thank you Seggin."

Her instructor gave her pained smile. He nodded and excused himself, citing that he needed time to think.

Mipha watched the old warrior as he wandered away. Seeing how he had aged was yet another reminder of how much time she had lost during her slumber. She had never desired to age but now she wished that she had grown older alongside them all. The experience was a novel for her. An unpleasant one.

"Hmm," Sidon hummed to himself. He had again closed his eyes and crossed his arms. "I think that Muzu will likely bar any Hylians from entering before he even speaks to father."

"But I will need their help…" The Princess had attempted to reach out to the Divine Beast, hoping to soothe her old friend. Reaching Ruta's consciousness had been far more difficult than she remembered it being. What was more, when she had finally reached Ruta, she had been forced to withdraw almost immediately. Ruta's mind was a festering wasteland of pain, fear, and malicious intent. A few seconds spent within the intimate bond had left her nauseous and barely able to stand. Her hopes of being able to calm Ruta with her presence were dashed before she had even laid eyes on the ancient machine.

"You should speak to father. He has been waiting to see you."

"I do wish to see him but first I need to make sure that Link and Urbosa can get in."

"Leave that to me." Sidon assumed his confident pose. Without another word, the Prince dashed off towards the entrance to their home.

She sincerely wished that he hadn't run off. It left her to face her father and an irate elder alone. She knew that her absence would have weighed heavily on the King. But it wasn't just the pain that she had caused that kept her in place.

When she had been crafting Link's armor, she had stored it in a hidden compartment in her desk. She had been surprised to discover that it was no longer hidden. There was only one other place that it would be.

Most likely with her father.

He had always had a knack for seeing past the walls that others constructed around themselves. It was his way to allow them to operate as though he were blind to it. He had probably known that she was crafting it and even who it was for.

She took several deep breaths, hoping to calm herself before she would greet her father. It didn't help.

Regardless, the Zora Princess held her head high and strode up the steps to the throne room with more confidence then she felt.

Dorephan listened patiently as Muzu repeated his tirade about Hylians and their untrustworthiness. The King had to suppress a chuckle as he wondered if the Elder had written it down and practiced it every night. When compared to his previous rants, the speech was near verbatim.

He perked up as his daughter glided into the throne room with the same grace that he remembered.

"That will do. Thank you Muzu," he said graciously during a pause in the old Zora's rant. "Now if you will excuse me, I would speak to my daughter alone."

"But my Lord- "

All he had to do was raise a brow. Muzu had long since learned that the action meant that it was time for him to stop.

"Very well," Muzu sighed. The Elder held his hands behind his back and stalked out of the room.

The King was unused to impatience. He had learned in his younger years, after watching his own father's shortcomings, that patience was a necessary quality for a leader. He had to suppress the urge to snap at his advisor to move faster. His gaze flicked back to his daughter after Muzu had finally departed.

"Hello, my dear. It's been quite some time, has it not?"

"Father," she murmured dazedly as she had to crane her neck back to look him in the eye. He chortled as her expression became no more comprehending.

"What is it, my dear? Were you perhaps expecting someone smaller?"

"Um…"

"As diplomatic as ever I see," he joked lightly. His grin faded into a small smile. Purah hadn't been exaggerating when she claimed that it would be as though Mipha had never been gone.

Yet he still battled with grief as he held his child in his eyes. In a sense, he had still lost her. The time that had been lost in her absence could never be regained; not for him, her, her brother, or her friends. He could not help but worry that it would hang over all their heads for decades to come.

"I'm so sorry..." Mipha had bowed her head with closed eyes. "I never meant to- "

"It has never been in your nature to intentionally cause pain. I am just happy to see you once again." He reached down and gently scooped her up, chuckling slightly as she squeaked. He brought her to his chest and held her there. A slight grin tugged at his lips as Mipha attempted to wrap her arms around him. "Am I difficult to hug?"

"Not at all," she replied quickly.

"So yes. No wonder your brother stopped trying." He set her back down and regarded her carefully. He could see his struggles to keep tears at bay reflected in her eyes. His smile faded completely as he continued, "as much as I want to continue our reunion, there are other matters that we must discuss."

Mipha nodded solemnly.

"First and foremost is the Divine Beast. I know that you are planning to do what you can to appease Ruta." He held up a hand to quiet her as she attempted to speak, "Whatever you have planned, I do not intend to stop you. As little as I may like it, Ruta is your responsibility. That being said, I will not allow you to venture to the Divine Beast alone."

Mipha nodded hesitantly.

"Now am I correct in assuming that Link is on his way here?"

"He is," she replied with no small amount of surprise.

"Purah informed me that if the shrine you were placed in worked properly, you all would be kept in near perfect condition," he said, answering her unasked her question. "Now then, Link's imminent arrival- " he continued as he pulled out a familiar tunic "- brings us to this."

He watched her take a few deep breaths.

"I don't think now is the best time," she murmured as she shifted her weight.

"The decision rests with you my dear but he may need it if he is to help you storm the Divine Beast."

"I suppose…"

He watched her as she continued fidgeting before him. Under normal circumstances, he would have given her more time to make a decision as personal as this one. Unfortunately, the current situation would not allow for that.

"Perhaps we should give it to him when he arrives but wait to discuss its implications until after Ruta has been dealt with."

He didn't like the pained look that stained her face.

"That may be for the best," she finally replied. "I don't believe that I will be able to calm Ruta on my own."

"Very well. Shall I present it to him then?"

"Please do."

"As you wish but my dear- " Dorephan continued grimly "- it will be up to you to inform him of the armor's significance and what his acceptance or rejection means."

"... I understand."

"That is good. Why don't you open that chest there while I summon Muzu and your brother? They know of the armor's existence and I want to ensure that they do not say anything… untoward."

He was about to call the guard waiting just outside the throne room when he heard several sets of footsteps.

He sighed as it dawned on him that he wouldn't have time to speak with Muzu and Sidon beforehand. Sidon rarely picked up on subtlety but that could be worked around. Muzu was the one that worried him. He hoped that for once the Elder would be agreeable.

Link smiled inwardly as he stepped into the throne room. Besides the large statue of Mipha in the city's center and how much his friends had grown, not much had changed. He hoped the same would be true for the King. He remembered liking Dorephan. The Zora King had always treated him as though he were an old friend in their exchanges, few as they were.

His internal smile morphed into an external gape as he took in the King. His memories must be extraordinarily faulty. He remembered Dorephan being large but the King was much larger than he had expected.

"I must say, it is good to see you again, Link."

He grinned and gave the gargantuan Zora a nod.

"I see that after all this time you still haven't learned any manners." Link held in a chuckle. Seeing the flat-topped Elder brought some of Owen's pranks back to the surface. He felt a pang for his childhood friend. He still wasn't sure what had become of him.

"How he chooses to respond is of no concern to me."

"You are far too lenient, my Lord."

"And you are inflexible," Dorephan replied casually.

"Hmph!"

"You are a new face," Dorephan said as he sized Urbosa up. "May I presume you are the Lady Urbosa."

"Have you heard of me?" Urbosa asked with mock surprise.

"You did have quite the reputation as I recall. Welcome to our beloved Domain. I promise that our climate isn't always so… unpleasant."

"I hope so," she muttered darkly as she wrung her sopping hair out.

"I am afraid that until Vah Ruta has been appeased, the rain will not let up."

"Fantastic. I'm glad that I was preserved for one hundred years so I could stop rain."

"You will address the King with- "

"Enough Muzu. Were you in the Gerudo desert, I doubt you would be any more cordial."

Link foot began tapping as he listened to Muzu and Dorephan argue over Urbosa's manner. There was work to be done and here they were, debating whether or not Dorephan should accept Urbosa's shortness. He looked around restlessly, finding the Prince of the Domain watching the conversation with rapt attention. When he had last seen Sidon, he had been able to carry the Zora on his shoulders. Now, at twice his own height, Sidon would have to carry Link on his shoulders. He wanted to see Muzu's reaction to that.

"Is Ruta still floating in the East Reservoir Lake?" He was relieved to see that Mipha was doing well. He wondered if she had regained some of her memories. He hoped that she lacked the same gaps in her memories that he had.

"Yes. I trust that the two of you will be accompanying my daughter."

"I will not," Urbosa answered as Link gave his affirmation. He threw the Gerudo Champion a frown. "Large amounts of water and I don't get along."

"Then why grace us with your presence, fair Champion."

"Muzu! She is a foreign dignitary. Please show my father's guests respect."

"Thank you, Prince Sidon, but I think I can handle an old, racist fish on my own," Urbosa replied pleasantly as she gave Muzu a withering look. "Don't worry, most esteemed advisor, I won't spend my time here idly."

"Is that so?"

"Well, I certainly don't intend to spend any more time than necessary in your presence."

"That is quite enough." Everyone silenced themselves as Dorephan spoke. "I had hoped that we could all set aside our differences in order to do what we must for our homes. It would seem my faith was misplaced."

Link was surprised when Shame flashed across Muzu's face.

"I apologize for my uncouth behavior... Lady Urbosa."

Dorephan cut Sidon off as he was about to jump in, likely to demand an apology on Link's behalf. He wasn't bothered. For some reason, he appreciated Muzu's open disdain for him.

"I trust you will share your reasons for remaining after we are done here."

"Yes. There's a lot we need to discuss."

Dorephan nodded and focused on Link. "I have something that will aid you. This- " he continued as he held an armored tunic out to Link "- has been enchanted. It will not only assist you with swimming but also allow you to swim up waterfalls as well."

"I will not allow this!" Muzu screeched. "You go too far! To give the armor that your daughter painstakingly crafted to one such as him! And right in front of her as well- " Muzu was immune to both Sidon's and Dorephan's attempts to quiet him. "Have you not considered how she feels?!"

"Muzu!" The throne room was filled with the loudest quiet as all eyes turned to Mipha.

"You cannot mean to go along with this! That armor was not meant for him!"

"It was," Mipha replied shakily.

"Lady Mipha there is no- "

"Put the armor on," Dorephan boomed.

Link had no idea what was going on but he wanted to stay out of it. Dorephan's firm look offered him no asylum, only commanding him to do as he was told. Link nodded and stripped off his tunic. He pulled on the dark blue armor that had been gifted to him. It fit him perfectly.

"What-I-but…." Muzu stared at Link in disbelief, not quite able to understand what he saw. Suddenly the Elder deflated, seeming to cave in on himself further and further by the second. "I see," he finally choked out.

"Muzu," Mipha called softly as she reached out to him.

"I must excuse myself," he continued shakily as he shrunk away from her.

Link frowned. He wasn't fond of the old Zora but it still left him ill at ease to know that he had somehow caused Muzu grief. He shoved it aside for the time being. There was little, if anything, he could do.

"I will excuse myself as well," Mipha added somberly. The Princess followed after Muzu quickly.

Link sighed. He felt as though his return had done far more harm than good.

"That could have gone better," Urbosa muttered.

"Indeed. That was a conversation we should have had long ago," Dorephan sighed. "Muzu, as you well noticed, has a low tolerance for the other races, especially Hylians. He blames them for the Great Calamity. I apologize for his behavior."

Link just shrugged as Dorephan gave him a pointed gaze. Muzu had never particularly liked him but that didn't concern him. Some people were just not made to get along.

"As forgiving as ever I see. Now tell me, young man, do you remember any of our traditions?"

"Only a bit."

"I see," Dorephan murmured. Link shifted his weight back and forth as Dorephan frowned at him thoughtfully. "After Vah Ruta has been appeased, you, Mipha, and I need to have a conversation."

Link nodded slowly.

"Good. Now then, I am certain that you have much catching up to do with your friends. Sidon, if you would?"

"Absolutely. Just follow me."

Link nodded to Sidon and followed the Zora Prince out into the wide expanses of the Domain, carrying his worries with him all the way.

Urbosa tapped her cheek with an index finger as she followed her guide. Dunma, a member of the Royal Guard, was escorting her to a workshop where she would find a woman named Purah. Supposedly, this Sheikah scientist had a way to combat a Zora's weak resistance to electricity. It had originally been intended for Seggin to use in his attempt to disable the Divine Beast. Dorephan hoped that, whatever the solution was, it could be repurposed for the coming fight.

She figured that their best hope was to draw the opposing army down onto the path. There they may be able to choke the incoming forces off and use the natural cover to avoid their archers. It wasn't a brilliant plan but she didn't know how long they had and they needed some sort of plan.

Her ruminating was cut short as she heard a young girl shout and a small sphere flew out of a room ahead of them.

Her guide gave an irritated sigh as she led Urbosa to the door.

"Be careful," Dunma grumbled. "She's in a worse mood than normal."

"Thanks," Urbosa replied with a short nod. Without another word, she strode into the workshop.

In the center of the room, amidst piles of machinery and bits of metal, was a small girl who hollered at a middle-aged man right in front of her.

"- honestly! Is it impossible for you to walk five feet without dropping something? I have a half a mind to - "

"Sorry to interrupt but I was hoping you two could help me," Urbosa cut in politely.

The red-faced young girl whirled around to face her.

"Urbosa… is that really you? You haven't aged a day!" the child cried.

"Do we know each other?"

"It's me, Purah. Don't tell me you don't remember me."

"I don't," Urbosa answered apologetically. She didn't have the beginnings of an idea who this was or how she could even know Urbosa. She would have to be over one hundred years old but she looked like a six-year-old. She supposed there were stranger things.

"So rude!" she replied as she stamped her foot. "I guess that's to be expected though. What can I do for you?"

"King Dorephan told me you may have a way around the Zora's weakness to electricity. Is that true?"

"Yep!" Purah chirped as she twirled around. "I'll spare you all the finer details but it should be done soon. But if you're here, do we really need it?"

"Yes. Link and Mipha will handle the Divine Beast but there's another problem."

"What's that."

"An army of Lizalfo with shock weapons," Urbosa replied casually.

Purah blinked at her several times.

"That sounds bad…"

"Symin… we have an army wielding weapons that the Zora are weak to while we haven't even finished the prototype armor, all the while a Divine Beast is trying to flood Hyrule and the only thing you can think to say is that sounds bad?"

"Well- "

"Just be quiet." Purah suddenly snapped her fingers, perking up as she did so. Urbosa stared at the girl's fingers. Something about the action stirred something within her. "Hey, still with us?"

"Yes, just a stray thought."

"Hmm. Well like I was saying, it won't do us any good to sit here and mope. Let's get to work."

"But we've worked so diligently these past days and barely- "

"Lives are at stake, Symin! Now give me a snap and get to work."

Symin frowned at her with a dazed look on his face. Urbosa shook her head as the girl stared at him impatiently. There was no time for childish antics.

"If it's a snap you want, I am more than willing to oblige," she stated as she readied her fingers.

"What? NO!"

Urbosa frowned slightly as she placed her hand on a hip.

"Seriously Urbosa," Purah continued nervously, "sometimes you take your teasing too far."

"Huh?"

"This is Zora's Domain. Do you really think calling a lightning bolt here is a good idea, even if it is just a joke?"

"Lightning?"

"You really have forgotten just about everything, haven't you?" Purah asked morosely. She bit her lip indecisively. "Symin, go make yourself a nuisance for Dento to deal with. Come on Urbosa," she said as she motioned towards the door, "let's show you how to be a real pain."

Urbosa sighed as she followed Purah out of the room. Her day continued to get weirder and weirder.

Revali grimaced as he pulled another arrow out of a dead bokoblin and inspected it. He tossed it aside when he saw that the top had snapped off. He let out a frustrated sigh as he looked around the clearing. Small fry like this was a distraction at best. Without much thought, he took off into the skies above.

He unconsciously angled back towards the stable as his thoughts drifted away. He wasn't sure why he was frustrated about being left behind. He kept telling himself it was because the three that did go were the least deserving of praise but no matter how much he told himself that was all, there was a part of him that argued with the idea.

No matter how much he tried to shove it off, there were constant worries about what would happen to them while they were away. Even with Mipha, all it took was one wrong move and one or all of them wouldn't return.

He had tried tuning his bow but had been paying so little attention that he snapped the bowstring. He had tried sorting through his personal supplies but he had to constantly restart as he kept losing track. Eventually, he began pacing back and forth for long periods of time. Daruk had taken notice of it and tried to ask him about it. He had more or less told the Goron to shove off.

He set down gently as he reached the stable. He stood where he landed as he looked off towards Zora's Domain. He shook himself as he took a step right into something large and stony.

"Hey, Revali."

"What?"

"Just sayin hi. You've kept to yourself all day."

"I don't need you to hold my hand," Revali replied hotly.

"Doesn't mean I can't worry bout ya."

"Why would you be worried?'

"I'm not usually good with this stuff but even I can see that somethin's botherin' you."

"I'm fine."

"Are you worried about the others?"

"What is it with everyone and their incessant prying? I said I'm fine!"

Daruk just stared at him with a frown on his face.

"What?"

"Nothin. I just thought maybe you wanted to talk."

"Whatever," the Rito muttered as he tried to saunter away."

"Revali- "

"Look they're off fighting a Divine Beast and Hylia knows what else and we're stuck here," he sighed.

"So you are worried."

"I didn't say that! If you go off telling them that I am I swear I will- "

"Alright, alright. Just calm down. I won't say anything to anybody."

Revali huffed and looked away.

"Why don't you want anyone to know that you're worried?"

"I. Am. Not. Worried." Revali enunciated each word slowly and forcefully.

"If ya say so."

"I do. Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than stick my nose in other people's affairs."

Revali stalked off before Daruk could ask him any more questions. He didn't have time for pointless conversations was what he told himself. He was unable to convince himself entirely that it was true.

A/N: I was missing my bag of blue feathers and salt.

So as some of you noticed, the DLC came out. I'm going to be honest with you guys... I am really bad at sticking to canon (for reference look at chapters 1+. You'll see what I mean). Anyway, I am not going to change Mipha's memories (or anyone else's for that matter) to accommodate the DLC because you know what, why start following the rules now?

SPOILERS FOR THE CHAMPIONS' BALLAD

So Daruk is afraid of dogs...

Fantastic...

I have two possible explanations as to why he and Midna get along, so if people actually care, then I'll explain it next time.

Have a nice day.