"Hah," she sounded a little indignant with the laugh, raising her palms up as she shook her head. "You must be lucky then, to have a hero that has managed to grow up. The Link I knew hardly knew what to do with the responsibility that was thrust on him. Why, without my help and guidance, there's no telling what he would have gotten up to," she didn't speak of the hero of her own world often, perhaps for the same reason Zelda was reluctant to talk about her own now. It... felt hollow, empty — talking about him while he wasn't here.

But the two of them shared this fate now, those left behind by a hero dozing away with time forgotten. Yet another thing that made the two of them similar...

"Your Link was just as lucky to have you, I'm sure."