Needle-like teeth scratched along Sidon's silver collar, slipping and snapping to find purchase on the prince's throat. Sidon snarled, letting go of his weapon and scraping at the sides of the sea zora with his claws. 'Where are they—?!' he thought, scratching frantically. His claw reached a little higher as his foe tried to bite at his jugular.
Sidon felt a familiar flap of muscle.
The prince punched the sea zora's gills, and his foe gasped in pain, his jaw retreating into his face. Sidon punched again, and again, until the sea zora had leaned back enough for the prince to wriggle free. Sidon scrambled away, nearly tripping a nearby lizalfos as he did so. His foe hissed, a hand over his side. The sea zora glowered at the prince, his pupils dilated, encompassing his eyes in black.
"You bastard!Going for the gills!"
Sidon's jaw dropped, but before he could retort, the sea zora was impaled.
Tristram gave a hearty yap, his great thunderblade stuck in the hulking foe's chest, lightning crackling off the sword. The sea zora was engulfed in a burst of electricity, convulsing in pain before collapsing in a heap.
Several sea zora screamed at the sight. Most began retreating, pursued by a flurry of shock arrows. The dove into the waves, disappearing into the sea.
Sidon stared at the limp form before him, stunned. 'That was Hylian,' he thought, his mind and heart racing. 'That was Hylian, wasn't it?' The words had been heavily accented with Lizal growling, but they hadn't been in Lizal.
A screech drove Sidon's attention from the body.
General Tristram faced off against the glowing, shrieking sea zora girl that Sidon encountered earlier. The lizalfos dashed forward with his sword. The spelled hadn't recharged yet – the blade dark, but still deadly sharp. The sea zora stabbed at the general with a spear – one that Sidon recognized as his own abandoned weapon - her movements too quick for Tristram to dodge. She aimed low, glancing across his scales. Tristram let out an affronted yap, before swinging his blade again.
The sea zora ducked under the strike, running past the general and dropping the spear. She ran for the body of her comrade, grabbing onto his limp arm and tugging.
'She's trying to get him back to the water,' Sidon realized. 'They're not monsters, they might speak Hylian, they're—!' As Tristram rounded on the sea zora, Sidon pushed himself off the sand, only half-aware of himself. "Tristram, wait!" The prince skidded to a halt, nearly slipping as he positioned himself between the general and the sea zora. He raised his arms, one palm facing the lizalfos, and the other facing the foe behind him.
Tristram growled, his great thunderblade sparking, its spell back to full power.
"That one spoke Hylian! This might be—" Sidon looked behind himself, to find the shrieker crouched by her comrade, staring back at the prince with a baffled expression. "You—You're a zora, aren't you?" Sidon asked. He heard Tristram yapping words of warning, but he paid them no mind. "Can you understand me?"
The sea zora stared for a moment longer. Slowly, as though unsure of herself, she nodded.
Sidon huffed a relieved laugh. "You can! Then, this has all been a terrible misunder—"
"Ragh, leave him! Get out of there!"
The sea zora's eyes flicked behind Sidon, to another companion screaming at her from the sea. The corners of her mouth stretched downward into a toothy grimace.
"We need you more than we need a corpse, girl!"
There was another angry yap, and Sidon found himself being pushed aside by Tristram. The lizalfos general charged at the sea zora, who quickly rolled to the side to evade the thunderblade. She scrambled to her feet, her longer legs carrying her faster than Sidon could catch up with.
Soon enough, she was in the water, and the sea zora vanished beneath the waves.
Sidon watched the water, barely hearing the shouts of the lizalfos and his guards around the peninsula. 'I could have spoken with her.' The prince tore his gaze from the shoreline, only to see the scattered bodies of injured lizalfos, and more dead sea zora. Further inland, closer to the shrine, Sidon could see Tottika and Gaddison, helping to bring the injured away from the front line. Junayd sat on the sand, to the right of them, clutching an injured leg.
Bazz and Ailbhe were running to him, calling his name, sporting injuries of their own.
'We could have avoided this.'
Sidon's fists clenched at his sides, and his gaze dropped to the body only a few feet away. The sea zora's fleshy jaw was slack on the sand. Lifeless eyes stared into the air, still wide from shock.
"Sire!" Bazz called, barely managing to stop himself before colliding with the prince. "Are you hurt? Are you—"
"I need to get back to the Domain," Sidon stated.
"Get back to—?" Ailbhe questioned.
"I need to speak with Gerald, and my father," Sidon continued, an angry growl in words. "This is far more complicated than we thought."
Link was bored.
It had been a day. Less than a day. He knew he was going to wake up alone this time, with Sidon gone, but knowing didn't make it any better. There was no wake-up kiss. No 'good morning' chirp. No words of affection as he groggily got out of bed.
Link had the distinct feeling that he was getting a little spoiled.
Staying in an empty room wasn't going to alleviate his mood. He left his bed early that morning, aiming to meander about the palace and see if there was anything that needed doing before the lizalfos arrived.
His walking slowed as he found himself nearing the kitchens. His feet had taken him here almost automatically, so used to coming here and experimenting with recipes when he had some downtime.
So, pretty often, nowadays.
Link peered through the doorway. The kitchen was a disaster already, but most of the chefs were absent. Used pots and pans littered the countertops, still waiting to be cleaned. A single apprentice chef with yellow-white scales remained, puzzling over several bowls of ingredients. Link smiled, recognizing her as Ailbhe's sister.
"Morning, Tali."
The chef looked up in surprise, the tentacle-like fins framing her face swishing as she turned. On seeing the hero, she beamed. "Link! Perfect timing!" Tali gestured to the bowls on the table. "I was trying to figure out these elixirs; could you help me?"
Link nodded, stepping into the kitchen.
Tali fetched a stool from nearby, helping the shorter hylian up so he could see the rest of the table. "I'm so glad you're here," Tali laughed in relief. "I thought you left with Prince Sidon."
"Wouldn't let me come," Link explained, looking over the ingredients, frowning. Whatever she was making, it wasn't thoroughly mixed, yet. Hasty elixir, looked like. "Said I was retired."
"Oh, well I suppose you are," Tali pursed her lips. She wiped her hands on her apron, and then placed one of the bowls closer to Link. "Ailbhe did say the trip was going to be short, so I guess that makes sense."
"It's not dangerous enough," Link sighed, grabbing a large wooden spoon. "Apparently."
Tali grinned at the hylian. "Well, you can help me figure out how to make these, then! That should give you some danger."
Link snorted, recalling some of Tali's other 'experiments,' in this kitchen. One day the head chef was going to ban her shenanigans. "Are you helping with dinner?" the hero asked, pointing his spoon at the mountains of dishes.
"Well, technically I am," Tali touched the tips of her pointer fingers together. "I don't have anything to do right now, though." She looked at the piles of dishes around the sinks, and then laughed to herself. "Well, aside from cleaning. I wanted a break."
"Where's everyone else?"
"They're working out the menu for the feast tonight, still," Tali groaned. "King Gerald's visit is so last-minute…"
"Does the kitchen need help?" Link asked, a spark of hope in his eyes. He loved cooking, and it would likely take all day until Gerald got here. He could cook and make elixirs with Tali. He wouldn't have to be alone today, after all.
"The head chef's already been grumbling about too many cooks in the kitchen," Tali giggled. She smiled sympathetically at the hero. "I think we're good, Link. Thanks, though."
Link hummed as he mixed the elixir, disappointed.
"There's probably something around the Domain that needs doing," Tali continued, grabbing another bowl of ingredients. She pawed casually through the monster parts until she found something she deemed usable. "Ugh, the guards always tear everything up," she complained. She looked to Link again. "Everyone's pretty busy getting stuff ready for the lizalfos. I know the inn's supposed to be packed with hylians again. You could help Kodah."
Link grimaced. Hylians had started roaming Hyrule in droves after Ganon's defeat, emboldened by the fact that the monsters would stay dead when they were killed. Many of those groups headed to Zora's Domain, wanting to see the zora, and because the area was easier to reach than most of the other towns. They were endeared by the zora, fascinated by the Domain.
Then they found out the Hero lived here.
"Not interested," Link stated flatly, having no intention on interacting with more with thrill-seekers and rumor-mongers. Traysi had hounded him for months, until Sidon had nearly barred her from the Domain entirely.
"You're pretty down, today," Tali observed, dumping a few keese wings into her bowl.
Link hummed, trying to distract himself with mashing more monster parts with the end of his spoon.
"…because you miss your boyfriend?" Tali guessed.
Link shot her a glare.
"So, that's a yes," Tali giggled.
"What is going on in my kitchen?!"
The pair turned to the doorway with wide eyes. A larger, blue-scaled zora stood there, grimacing, directing narrowed eyes to the pile of dishes. She looked over Link for a moment, considering him, before she snarled. "While it's usually a pleasure to see you, champion, we don't have time to entertain you today." She stepped away from the doorway and gestured from Link to the door. "I'm sure you can make yourself busy elsewhere.
Link shrunk, directing a sheepish glance to Tali. The white-scaled zora smiled apologetically to him in return. The hylian stepped down off his stool, leaving his spoon on the table and quickly heading to the exit.
As he left, he heard the head chef again, shouting "How many times must I tell you that the kitchen is not for your experiments, Tali?! Start cleaning!"
There was a squeak of "Yes, chef!" and the door to the kitchens shut.
Link began to wander the halls of the palace again, frowning. He did miss Sidon. He didn't want to be getting in the way, today, either. There had to be something he could help with. Something he could do, that he was good at.
…What was he good at?
Cooking. That was out. Small, odd jobs for people, maybe? As he looked around, each zora he saw was busy – too busy to have time to slow down and just give him something to do.
He returned to Sidon's room, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Link looked over his piles of gear. He could clean up, maybe, but that only helped Sidon, and honestly wouldn't last very long. He walked over to the piled on the floor, nudging a few things out of the way. It had only just hit him how many pieces of armor he had – some magic, some not, some blessed by Hylia or Great Fairies to be stronger. He could fight a lynel with relative ease, wearing certain sets.
The thought gave him an idea.
The lynel on Ploymus Mountain was still there; the zora content to leave it alone. Not worth the effort, they'd said. Kept kids from jumping off Shatterback Point. There was no sense in risking their lives against such a creature when it was happy to stay within its territory.
But for how long?
The other thing that Link was good at, he knew, was killing monsters. He could patrol. Clear out the area. Gerald and his entourage would likely be coming up Zora River to reach the Domain, but Sidon had said to show the lizalfos king around. Shatterback Point had one of the best views of Zora's Domain. Gerald would love it, and the lynel would be dead.
Link smiled to himself and grabbed his hylian armor.
Link rolled his shoulders as he came up to Toto Lake. The hike was refreshing, and it wouldn't take him much longer to get to Ploymus Mountain.
As he turned to head up, he heard a squeal.
He knew that sound. Bokoblins. His head whipped around, back toward Upland Zorana. The smaller monsters must have set up a camp nearby.
Link drew his reinforced lizal bow, making his way toward the sounds carefully. He'd been prepared to rush into a fight with an aggressive, territorial beast. He didn't prepare for stealth.
Sure enough, there was a small camp of bokoblins, sitting around a fire, screeching and yelling at each other. Link hid himself behind a tree, nocking an arrow. Two blues, a red, and a silver. Nothing terrible, and nothing he couldn't handle. He crouched, pulling back on the string of his bow and aiming for the red.
The monster let out a hoarse, squeaking laugh, and Link froze.
He'd been in this situation just a year before, hadn't he? He thought the lizalfos were just dumb monsters, until Sidon told him they had a language. A culture. He'd helped Gerald regain control of their temple. He'd befriended the creatures he thought were monsters.
…What if bokoblins were the same?
He'd been helping the zora to cull the monsters – they weren't allies, at any rate. He hadn't had to think about it, surrounded by zora soldiers who slayed bokoblins without a second thought. But, they'd been the same way about the lizalfos before Gerald became king.
His inner crisis was interrupted by a surprised squeal. Link's head snapped up, spotting the red bokoblin pointing straight at him. The others raced to grab their weapons.
So much for that.
He fired his bow, the arrow pealing across the clearing and nailing the red bokoblin in the face. It fell, instantly dead. Link slung his bow onto his back, drawing the Master Sword instead, and ran into the clearing.
Link made short work of one of the blues, striking it down with a series of quick slashes. The silver charged at him, a dragonbone boko club in hand. Link jumped backward, just evading it, when he felt an arrow pierce his arm.
Then his whole body convulsed in pain.
'Shock arrow—' Link realized after the electricity ripped through him. His shield clattered to the ground as his arm spasmed, losing his grip. The Master Sword, the trusty Blade of Evil's Bane, remained in hand, and when the effects of the arrow wore off Link raised it into the air.
Only to get hit again, by the silver bokoblin's club.
Link instinctively blocked with his shield arm, and the club embedded itself into his leather armor. Then the bokoblin withdrew it, swinging again and tearing a hole in his sleeve. Link hissed as the points of the club scratched into his arm. With a yell, Link swung the Master Sword, interrupting the silver's onslaught and slashing it solidly in the chest. The silver squealed in pain, and Link didn't let up, striking as many times as he could.
He heard a crackling sound, one that sounded a lot like the one he knew from drawing shock arrows. Link leapt out of the way as a second shock arrow flew past, and he rounded on the blue bokoblin. He abandoned his shield for the moment, charging at the blue. He stabbed it handily, defeating it in a few quick swipes.
Link spun around, finding the silver bokoblin running at him, bat raised high. He dashed toward it, taking advantage of its open guard and impaling the Master Sword in the monster's chest.
As the silver bokoblin slid off the Master Sword, Link panted heavily. His injured arm ached, and he cursed as he went to retrieve his shield. He'd have to clean the wounds, and his sword. He cast a glance to the bodies of the bokoblins, knowing from experience that they'd no longer vanish in a cloud of purple smoke.
So much for giving them a chance.
He'd ask Sidon about bokoblins, scolding himself for not considering it sooner. If Sidon didn't know, he'd ask Gerald. The bokoblins used to team up with lizalfos, on occasion, under the Calamity. Gerald might know.
The hylian moved on, back toward Toto Lake. He removed the armor on his injured arm, and then pulled out some bandages from his pack. The wounds weren't too bad, now that he got a good look at them. He cleaned the gash on his arm in the water, and then patted it dry.
Link winced as he wrapped a bandage around his arm.
'Might be getting rusty,' he grumbled inwardly. He hadn't fought on his own in a while. Once the bandage was secure, he cleaned his sword, too. 'Damn bokoblins.'
The monsters didn't seem to take a hint that the Calamity was gone. No blood moon could revive them now. Yet still, they would make camps as close as they dared to civilization.
'Should've used Daruk's Protection,' Link chastised himself. He wouldn't have a bloody arm to explain once he got back to the Domain if he had. Link shouldered his pack, shaking his head. 'I'll just make an elixir,' he thought, beginning his walk toward Ploymus Mountain. He had the ingredients for a hearty elixir. Probably. If not, hunting for a hearty lizard wasn't the worst way to spend his morning.
Passing Toto Lake, Link gazed up the path to Ploymus. He readjusted the Master Sword on his back. Killing the lynel had been on his to-do list for a while now, but he'd left it be at Sidon's insistence. It was fine where it was, if no one bothered it. Still, to Link, it was a risk. This one in particular. A lynel was dangerous enough, but one that specialized in shock arrows? Right next to Zora's Domain? There was no telling if the creature might misfire. Hit someone below, in the water. Or, it could decide to expand its territory.
It had to go.
A loud splash behind him had Link yanking the Master Sword back out of its scabbard. He whirled around, looking at the lake. Something had jumped in the water. Something big.
Prince Sidon clambered out of the lake, rushed and agitated, his eyes slightly dilated from the scent of blood.
"Sidon?" Link questioned, sheathing his sword.
Sidon looked up, fear on his face. Then, spotting the hylian jogging toward him, he ran out of the water to meet him. "Link! What are you doing up here – Why was your blood in the water?!"
Link pointed in the direction of the bokoblin camp. "Cleaning up the area," he explained lamely, baffled over the appearance of his prince. He seemed to be uninjured, now that Link got a good look at him, but he was panting with exertion. Flustered. He shouldn't be back so soon.
"Cleaning what…?" Sidon asked. Then he saw the bandage. The prince reached forward, taking Links hand, his face full of worry. "What happened?"
"Just some bokoblins," Link assured the other. "One of them nicked me. Gonna make an elixir after I take out the lynel. What are y—?"
"The lynel?!" Sidon interrupted, his gaze snapping back to Link's face. "What in Hylia's name – I thought you were staying in the Domain!"
Link frowned. "I've been wanting to kill it," he stated, simply. "It's dangerous."
"Yes, that's exactly why I'm concerned," Sidon stressed. "I thought we'd made it clear that you don't need to cull every monster yourself! We're safe now, with the Calamity gone!"
"It might hurt someone!" Link argued.
"Yes!" Sidon agreed, his voice growing more exasperated. "It might hurt you, Link!" He held Link's arm up, forcing the hylian to look at the bandages. "You shouldn't be going out looking for danger! I know you defeated Ganon, but that doesn't make you invincible!"
Link scowled, annoyed at the sudden overprotective attitude. "I'm not a zora," he shot back. "I won't die from one shock arrow."
"And what if it's more than one?" Sidon asked, growing angrier. "You're going into battle injured – You don't even need to fight the—" He took a breath, trying to steady his temper and failing. "Why are you even uphere? Why didn't you just stay in the Domain?"
Link shot him a mystified expression. "And do what?" the hero questioned.
"I don't know — Whatever it is you normally do when I'm not there!" Sidon suggested, a frustrated edge to his voice. He gestured to the wound on Link's arm. "Unless you've been doing this every day and just neglected to tell me!"
"I don't," Link grimaced. "Mostly I'm waiting for you."
Sidon's eyes narrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, waiting for me?"
"Waiting for you to get home," Link clarified. "Waiting for your duties to be done." His fist clenched at his side. Waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting, it was always waiting for Sidon to have even the slightest amount of time for him. And now, when he was surprisingly back home early, he'd elected to chastise Link. "…Waiting for you to help me out of the damn palace."
Sidon grimaced himself. "You know you don't need me to—"
"I'm not a zora!" Link repeated, pointing back at the Domain. "I'm not built for the water! I can't leave without help, I can't do anything in the caves because I can't even reach them – At least out here – I'm not stuck out here!"
Sidon's voice lowered to an angry hiss. "Is that what you are? Stuck in the Domain?"
Link threw his hands in the air, at a loss. "I don't know – That's what it feels like some—"
"Well then, I'm sorry I've trapped you here," the prince growled. "How callous of me, to have you waiting in the Domain while my duties called me to the outskirts of Hyrule."
Link's eyes widened, realizing Sidon was simply reversing their situations. The prince had to deal with the same when he'd been running around with his hero duties. Link flinched, turning his head away, his gaze dropping to the ground in shame. "…That's not fair."
"No, it isn't," Sidon agreed, his words clipped. "I thought at least – With everything that's gone wrong today, I'd hoped I could come home and you would be there, safe – not out hunting lynels and putting yourself at risk."
Link's jaw clenched. He looked at the prince out of the corner of his eye. Sidon held his head in his hand. Shoulders slumped and defeated. He looked tired. Stressed.
It wasn't fair. At all. Link sucked in a deep breath, steadying his nerves. He didn't want to fight Sidon. He wasn't even entirely sure what they were fighting about. Sidon knew Link could fight lynels. He knew how strong his champion was.
With everything that's gone wrong today. The words repeated In Link's thoughts, and he lifted his head. "…Are you okay?" the hylian asked. The question was quiet. Cautious.
Sidon scoffed. "I am…I'm whatever the exact opposite of 'okay' would be." After a moment of tense silence, the prince muttered, "…I'm sorry, Link. You're right."
Link reached out with a tentative hand, placing it gingerly on Sidon's shoulder.
Sidon's eyes peeked out from between his fingers, looking over the champion wearily. With a heavy sigh, his hand dropped and enveloped the hylian's. His thumb rubbed the hylian's knuckles. "I took out my frustration on you. You didn't deserve that. I'm truly sorry, my dearest."
"Something went wrong in Akkala," Link observed.
"Terribly wrong," Sidon confirmed. "Still, I shouldn't have…"
Link stepped forward, reaching his arms around the zora's neck. As Sidon's arms enveloped him, the hylian squeezed gently.
"…I do want to discuss your feelings," Sidon said, his voice quiet. "Calmly. If you're feeling stuck in the Domain – I don't want you doing reckless things to absolve that." He leaned his cheek onto Link's head. "I don't want you feeling stuck in the first place."
"…Let's go home," Link muttered.
"Link—"
"We'll talk on the way," the hero promised. "Just…Let's go home."
With another sigh, Sidon nodded. He stood, taking Link's hand before starting down the path back to the Domain.
They walked in silence for a short while, but soon Link was looking up at his prince with a worried expression. "What happened?"
Sidon grimaced, eyes flicking to Link in guilt. "…A fight," he admitted. "The zora we encountered are not from the Domain, nor are they friendly." He squeezed Link's hand as they walked. "You were right – I should have brought you with me."
Link resisted the urge to chastise Sidon in turn, continuing his questioning instead. "Where are they from?"
"The ocean," Sidon provided. "From the deepest depths, as far as we could tell. They attacked us before we could talk." He frowned sadly. "General Tristram's forces were a boon, but we found too late that the sea zora can speak both Hylian and Lizal. We could have avoided all the fighting, but…"
"Where are the others?" Link interrupted. Sidon was home, safe, which was good, but a fight could mean—
"Still at the peninsula. A few of them were injured. Bazz is coordinating with General Tristram and gathering more information for us." Sidon's steps were heavy as he talked, his gaze low and troubled. "I'm going to speak with my father, and Gerald, to see what can be done." He turned his head to Link, and a faint smile graced his lips. "When I go next, I'd like you to come with me."
"Done," Link stated with a nod.
"I suppose it will give you a good excuse to leave the Domain, yes?" Sidon asked, his tone awkward as he attempted to lighten the mood.
Link winced at the words. "…I'm just feeling antsy," he explained. As he thought about it more, his own gaze dropped guiltily. He did feel stuck. Bored. He wanted to be out doing things. "I used to explore a lot, and staying in one place where I can't navigate the whole town is…"
"Difficult, I would imagine," Sidon nodded. Worry flickered over his face as he looked down at Link. "You…I take it you've been feeling this way for a while."
Link grimaced at the ground. He had, but he wasn't certain how long he'd been feeling it. An anxious buzzing in the back of his head, urging him to move. To wander. To go out into the world and help people as the hero again. "Maybe I retired too early," Link muttered.
"Princess Zelda offered to let you stay on as her knight," Sidon reminded him. "Are you regretting turning her down?"
"Not exactly," Link sighed. He didn't want to be a knight anymore. Didn't want that responsibility back on his shoulders. "I'm not sure what it is. It's just…" He looked up at Sidon, a tired frown on his face. "…It's hard, living in the Domain as a hylian." He squeezed Sidon's hand again, eyes a determined, fiery blue. "But I want to stay with you. I know that much."
Sidon smiled then. He let go of Link's hand to brush a hand affectionately through the hero's hair. "You know…" he paused, unsure how to exactly word his feelings. "If you truly wish to roam, I won't stop you." He stopped walking, his hand trailing down to Link's arm. "…I love you. I don't wish to bind you here."
Link tugged on the zora's arm, pulling him down to kneel. "You're not," he promised, pressing a kiss to Sidon's cheek once it was close enough. "I love you too. I just…Need something. To live here." His zora armor was useful, and his opal earrings helped his swim speed, but they weren't enough.
Sidon wrapped his arm around Link, drawing him close again. "We'll find a way. I swear it." He huffed a laugh. "And we'll find things for you to do that aren't simply waiting for me, in the meantime."
"…wish I still had the Sheikah Slate," Link grumbled against him. "Could warp around and be back by dinner."
"That…That would help, immensely," the prince commented. Sidon drew back to look at Link, curious. "Could you ask the princess for it?"
"It was hers to begin with," Link shrugged. "I can't just take it back."
"I see," Sidon hummed, bringing a claw to his chin. "…It's unfortunate that there's only one."
Link nodded, sighing through his nose. It would solve so many problems, if he still had his slate. The warping notwithstanding, he'd come to rely on the tech heavily during his adventure. Even after a year of not having it, navigating anywhere was getting almost too frustrating to bear. He wanted to roam, needed to, but not having the slate would make it all take so long.
Unfortunately, ancient Sheikah tech was hard to come by, especially one as priceless and useful as the Slate. The runes alone had made his adventure almost laughably easy at times, thanks to Purah's upgrades.
Link's thoughts stuttered to a halt. Purah. Purah and Robbie both worked on ancient Sheikah technology, still. Purah improved on the Slate. Knew it like the back of her hand. Robbie could build ancient weaponry out of the scraps of Guardians.
"…what if there was another one?" he asked, suddenly, looking up at Sidon excitedly. "What if we ask the Sheikah to make a new one?"
Sidon blinked at him, but soon he was grinning. "That could help matters. There's certainly no harm in asking." He stood again, standing taller, looking far more like himself. "Then, let's get going, my dearest. We have a lot to do."
Link grinned back at him, taking Sidon's hand and returning to Zora's Domain in higher spirits than when he'd left.