That earns a smile, small and slight, but fond and there.

"That sounds like you."

It's difficult to get Zelda to relax completely. Too many years spent watching over her shoulder have left her with a tenseness in her muscles that never quite goes away, and Norfinbury hasn't done much to discourage such habits. But between the fire and Link's company, as impossible as it might be, she finds herself sagging into her chair, just a bit.

"Are you well stocked on supplies?"