For Link, it's been rather surreal, doing something so humdrum as kitchen work with... this vision of his, a figment cobbled together from flashes of broken memories and the voice from his dreams. Here she is, yet just as tangible and mundane as any other new arrival to this new world. She even talks much more than he'd expected, though she is just as strong in personality as his memories informed.

"It's not that," he objects, beginning to slice the strawberries with a deft hand. Link isn't even looking while he lops off strawberry tops, because he's smiling gently at her over his shoulder instead. "I just have more experience with sharp things."

He smiles easier these days, but still takes exactly the same amount of risks. Fortunately, he looks back to the cutting board before Zelda has to chide him over a lost finger.

"I arrived about five months ago in Thorne, but soon after I was given a chance to come here. I've been staying in the tertiary settlement."