Every Zelda turned towards Robin though only one face changed from focus to surprise. The other imagines quickly fade as Zelda made her way towards the tactician. Her hair was tied up in a tight ponytail though it still fell well past her waist. Wisps of gold had fallen loose and now framed her angular features.

"Robin. You look exhausted." Her brow furrows in worry. "You should rest." Of course Zelda should also take her own advice and rest too. She had been working herself ever since the news went out trying to discover more and think of new plans.

She knew the city well and she knew that the military will be able to help but she also knew that a lot of this would fall on the heroes. She wanted to give them their best chance.