“Of course I do. It would be one thing if this was the only village with such a story, Lucien, but this is the fifth village,” Zelda’s voice was quiet, so as not to bring more attention to the two of them. “Each village tells us the same story; a young man with a fine sword, of a sort they’ve never seen before. Though this is the first time he’s gotten hurt so badly.”<br/><br/>A worried look crossed her face. It wasn’t quite a frown; princesses weren’t allowed to frown, but it was very close. “I do hope he’s alright, who-ever he is.”<br/><br/>She sipped on the glass of cool water on the table between them, her deep blue eyes watching him for a moment. Neither of them were bringing up the larger concern of the monster incursions. Or the fact that they didn’t have enough soldiers to keep the entire realm safe. Instead, she tried to focus on their more immediate problems. Problems that might lead to answers later.<br/><br/>“Why don’t you want to go to Zora City?” She finally asked astutely.