"She trained you well."

Tyll turned his head slightly to eye the Cardinal-like Rito standing beside him. Unlike Silla, most of his body was covered in bright, scarlet feathers while the black feathers surrounding his beak were more pronounced. Despite the stark differences, Tyll couldn't help but be reminded of his adoptive mother as he eyed her father. They carried themselves with the same poise and shared a blunt, matter-of-fact way of speaking. The only real difference he had noticed was that Rall chose his words with more care than Silla had.

He nodded as a single, hazel eye swiveled to look at him.

"Heh. You remind me of her as well."

"Thank you," Tyll answered as he turned to look back over the small village nestled in Coldsnap Hollow.

The two men remained silent for a few minutes as they observed the goings on within the quiet village. Though Rall's eyes weren't directly on him, Tyll couldn't help but feel like he was being sized up. So, despite his questions, he remained silent. It didn't bother him though. He had long since come to terms with the fact that he would have questions that would forever remain unanswered.

Eventually, Rall spoke again. "I hope you know that we're not expecting you to treat us like family."

Tyll said nothing, though he did turn his head toward the man slightly to indicate he was listening.

"I would be lying if I said that I thought of you as a grandson. That's not to say that I intend to kick you, Rala, and Tovka out," he clarified, finally looking at Tyll head on. "But, I wanted to get out ahead of any potential disappointment or relieve you of any potential guilt you might be feeling."

Tyll said nothing for a few moments before finally returning Rall's gaze. "I wasn't expecting much," he said quietly. "I came because I thought it was the best way to honor her."

Rall nodded in appreciation. "Takk informed me that you only recently found out that she had you renamed as her clutch."

"Yes."

Rall nodded thoughtfully before a rueful laugh escaped him. "That does sound like her. She and I always had a knack for forgetting that other people might like to know about these sorts of things."

"She never told me because she thought I didn't want a mother."

Rall paused, mild surprise overtaking his stoic expression. "... Well, I won't ask for details that you're not interested in sharing."

It was Tyll's turn to nod his appreciation. "There was something else."

"And that is?"

"I was hoping to show you both where I buried her."

That same sad acceptance that he had seen when he had first brought news of Silla's death to Rall darkened his face. "Thank you. We had been hoping to go and say our final goodbyes."

Tyll nodded, looking away as he remembered his own pain. He had thought that he had already grieved her, however, the newfound knowledge that she'd had him renamed as her child had brought so much of the pain back in full force. He'd grieved the loss of his mentor. Not the loss of a mother.

The two men stood in silence once again, each taking a moment with their own thoughts. Oddly enough, Tyll found something soothing about Rall's silence. It was the first time, in a very long time, that he'd found such camaraderie in the quiet of another. Though Rall had stated that he didn't yet think of them as family, Tyll had a feeling that statement wasn't entirely true.

Down below, Tyll caught sight of Kailli stepping out of her home. Looking up, she caught sight of them and waved.

"That's my cue," Rall murmured. "Before we go, there is one more thing."

Tyll eyed him.

"Though Kailli never put any pressure on Silla to have children, I know she always desired to be a grandmother. I also know that even though she just met you, she's already grieving the time she missed with you. So," Rall sighed, a small smile tilting the edges of his beak, "if you would indulge her, I would appreciate it. And," he said, his expression becoming somewhat stern, "if the time comes and you have a clutch of your own, please bring them around."

"... Okay."

Rall nodded one last time before diving off the edge, spreading his wings and gliding down to the village. Tyll was tempted to stay behind a while longer, however, he had a feeling that he would be sought after if he didn't follow suit. So he did, feeling oddly content for the first time since his foray into the Gerudo Desert.