Elizabeth
Calming himself after an unexpected respawn wasn't really difficult for Wild anymore. Calming himself after a *Forced* Respawn? He didn't think he would ever get used to it.

*Breathe. In, out.*

The frigid air bit at his nose as he inhaled, and his exhale formed a visible cloud in front of his face even with the usual mist. A thin layer of snow blanketed the Lost Woods, dusting the ground and treetops in white. It would have been pretty if an ugly scene hadn't just played out moments ago. Or rather, would play out soon if he took the same actions, and he didn't plan on it. It was downright stupid to try what he did.

*Breathe. In, out.*

He was leaning against one of the stone arches, waiting for Fierce to arrive. How in Hyrule was he going to explain this? *'Hi, I was dumb and tried taking on that thing by myself. Except not really, because I died and woke back up before it happened!'*

Yeah, no. That wasn't going past the *Hero of Time* Without a whole bunch of questions.
Mary
"Wild".

The ever monotonous voice of Fierce approached, steps becoming clearer and clearer as they pulled to Wild's side. It seems very little time was wasted to arrive. Their shoulders moved with their breath as they slowed, but their gaze was an uncanny white as they raised.

There's a moment where they narrow their eyes. A quick look over was done to the hero. Fierce's head tilted, ever impassive expression muting what they observed- but they don't say anything either. Not on that front, at least.

"The mask. You said it was around here, yes? Have you kept track?"

Straight to business, as usual. There was not much hesitancy to be had when it came to Majora. It was a threat, and it required elimination.
Elizabeth
Wild's head snapped up at Fierce's approach. At the question, he nodded. He hadn't been keeping *Track,* Per se, but over the years he had developed a knack for sensing when things would happen after a respawn. His already strong internal clock seemed to gain strength just after a death, allowing him to calculate events down to the minute.

"In a little over one minute, it should pass through this archway. Stay out of sight and we might be able to ambush it... But I don't know how to fight it." He then shook his head. "I'll explain how I know all that later."

He couldn't explain it now, even if they weren't operating on a timer. He didn't think he was able to describe what happened yet, because he wasn't sure that *He* Even understood it. Right now, they had to focus.
Mary
They watch the Hero of the Wild for a moment. Just a moment, their head turned at the archway hardly a second later. Yet there was weight to their gaze, *Expectation* That it would be. What Wild said, though vague, held something. They expect him to hold to it.

For now there was another matter at hand.

"Then let us move," Is stated quietly, kept low to avoid attention "Before it passes".

They waste little time as usual. Stealth was not their expertise, but they knew how to focus their efforts on something. Fierce gestures for Wild to move to where he sees fit, before doing so themself. There wasn't much in the way of flora as they once had lived in... But they'd hide somewhere suitable.

It does take a moment for them to blink away the glow of their eyes though, shaking their head as it lessens from the intense white it had been.
Elizabeth
Wild took one last deep breath and followed Fierce's lead further into the woods. The trees here were thick and hollow, allowing for some cover, but that went both ways. Majora could also be hiding anywhere. He tried to rid his mind of the memory of his own muffled cries for help as the darkness blinded his vision, the pounding headache as *Something* Tried to invade his thoughts, desperately fumbling for his Master Sword before driving it into his own chest- 

Wild squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. *Stop dwelling on it. Focus.*

About 30 seconds... *I should be hearing it by now...* Wild strained his sensitive Hylian ears, trying to pick up every tiny sound, every minute irregularity that signaled something was here that shouldn't be. But all he could hear was the usual sounds expected from the lost woods: wind whistling through trees, rustling of grass as a rabbit scurried into its burrow, hoofbeats of deer hurrying away from his and Fierce's position. Wild crouched in the tall grass and quietly leapt forward to keep up with the other hero, hoping that something wasn't about to go terribly wrong *Again.*
Mary
There is silence from Fierce. Hardly a single breath from the other, eyes narrowed and posture tensed in position. Ready to spring...

... Before he goes lax.

There's a quiet click of the tongue as he blinked once more, that fearsome glow returning as he stood. They had seemingly let up. Their eyes hold on the path for a lingering moment, before their head turned to Wild and they spoke simply.

"It has vacated. Not passed through".

Their tone was clipped and sure. Their ears lowered further before evening out again, and they ease out a breath. They were holding it, it seemed.

"... It needs pursued. Waiting here- it... It's moved on, I'm sure of it".
Elizabeth
Wild silently cursed himself. They had lost it again, and he felt like even more of an idiot because even with the extra try he gave himself, he still wasn't able to help catch it. He felt angry at himself, but also... Drained. Taking his Master Sword out, he drove it into the dirt with a grunt of frustration and sat down on a nearby boulder with his head bent over, fists clutching at his hair. Trying to keep himself in reality.

"I'm sorry," He grumbled, then raised his head to look at Fierce again. His face probably looked exhausted and pale, but he couldn't bring himself to fix it. Then the words came tumbling out before he could stop himself. 

"I thought it would come this way because... It did last time. When I die, the clock turns back to when I was last in a safe location. You didn't notice it because no one but me does. As far as you're concerned, I never made the stupid decision to try taking that thing on by myself. I never was caught off guard when it tried to latch itself onto me. And I never turned my sword on myself to force a reset out of panic."

He shuddered involuntarily. "Normally dying doesn't have this effect on me. But I haven't *Forced* A reset in at least a year. I don't think I'll ever get used to it, even if I hardly bat an eye if I die to anything else."