Time's Moving Faster Than I Can Count

An Understanding

"Your Majesty, I- I'm so sorry-" Telma started.
"It's okay." Zelda slowly lifted a hand to stop her. "I merely heard about the return of the Hero to Castle Town, and I wished to speak with him. Is... something wrong?" She asked upon noticing their forlorn looks, and Link crying.

The group hesitated, sparing a glance to Link, who continued to cry into his hands. Zelda elegantly walked up to his side, gratefully taking the seat Telma pulled up, and sat next to him. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder, and he slowly looked up at her. His eyes were red with tears, and there was a deep emotion hidden in those eyes. Grief, she understood. No one needed to say anything, she understood with ease. The last few years had brought the two closer, they didn't need words.

"Who?" Was all she asked, the pair of them ignoring the confused looks from the group.
"The Old Man." He shakily responded.
"You're sure?"
"Yes and no." He sniffled. "But, I can't deny what I..." He trailed off, but she knew.
"I'm sorry. He was a good man. Is that why you're here?" Sincere sympathy was in her eyes, though her face remained blank.
"Yeah. Pa said it'd help. I wanna tell his story, and make sure he ain't forgotten anymore." He wiped his eyes.
"I would be most interested to hear it. He was lovely. I'm very sorry for your loss."

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Dusk looked around her and sighed heavily, rubbing her forehead. She watched the Link she knew stand with the resistance and a few heroes that now travelled with him. Her memory of their names wasn't very good yet, but she believed they were called Four, Legend, Warrior, and was that last one... Sky? To the left of her throne was the one Link had called Time, she remembered that one easily enough. The name just seemed to fit him perfectly, and of course the coloured marks and one eye were hard to miss.

"Forgive my casualness," She turned to him, speaking quietly. "But this is all very tiring."
"It is indeed, and you needn't worry," He looked at her. "I won't say a word. It has nothing to do with me."

A moment of silence passed between them, surprisingly comfortable. He turned his attention from her, and she was secretly glad to not have yet another person waiting for her to lead the conversation. He looked around the throne room, taking in the decorations and keeping an eye on the group. He hummed quietly to himself as he did so. She didn't recognise the tune, but it was sad yet calming at the same time. For a moment, she closed her eyes and just listened to the older man hum as he studied the things around him. While she was curious about their mission, he seemed genuinely interested in the things around him. And, well, he did in fact have a nice voice. Eventually, she pushed herself up a little in her chair and returned her attention to him, looking at him as he studied some of the stained glass on the edges of the windows.