Zelda stepped closer to the enormous king, also lowering her voice. "The young man makes no claims, Majesty, only tells of a story that he admits is difficult to believe." She relayed the story that Link had finished telling them just before the audience she was now in, finishing with, "The evidence of the Triforce upon him is... impossible to ignore. Whether the sword is as we believe or not, he has obviously been marked for a purpose, whatever that may be.<br/><br/>"I intend to travel to Kakariko Village to consult with Impa, once the young man is able to travel again." She neglected to tell him of her hearing the music of the sword itself. Surely the king of the Zora would not believe her, just as Lucien hadn't believed her. Her<i>abilities</i>, such as they were, were not something she was confident of. She found that they simply made her odd, rather than being of any use. Though apparently that was expected of a Princess of Hyrule. Already she had discovered that she excelled more at scholarly pursuits than anything supernatural.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>The Princess of the Zora came out of her healing trance abruptly. Her hands still on the young Hylian, she smiled to see him in a deep sleep. She hadn't heard his thanks, but she had certainly felt it. Lifting her hands from his warm body, she sighed to herself. The trance had taken more energy than she had expected. It was good that she had only one other patient in the clinic right now; another Zora whom had a broken leg. She had ministered to the Zora before Link, and a simple break was much easier to heal.<br/><br/>Rising, she made her way out of the clinic. She felt at once rested, and drained from the healing session. It was odd, and one that she rarely allowed herself to do. But she found herself strangely drawn to this wounded Hylian and his story. Link, she reminded herself of his name. Lost in thought, she wandered along one of the many bridges in Zora City.