In answer to her question, he raised his shoulders in a shrug. The days blended together in this snowy wasteland. The sun went up, he set out. The sun went down, he looked for shelter and warmth. That was all there had been to it. Keeping track of days had seemed unimportant to him since his seven year sleep.

(Two years from now, when he was older yet apparently younger, he would begin to track the minutia of time and understand how every minute counted.)

"A while, I think."

Long enough for him to know that Ganondorf's defeat had been some time ago. Not long enough for him to know when exactly.

Tilting his head, he raised his brows at her. And you?