<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Trained, eh?  It made sense.  If he had truly had the legendary sword, it wouldn't do to have someone wielding it who had no idea how.  Of course, that was assuming this was even who Zelda was searching for.  Glancing back at the princess' steadily snoozing voice, a small smile graced Lucien's mouth.  Silent steps took him to her beside where he leaned down and stroked a fatherly hand through her hair.  "Rest well, princess." he whispered, careful not to rouse her as he went back to his own bed and went down to sleep.<br/>
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After a brief breakfast the next morning, Zelda and Lucien were led through the city to Mipha's clinic where she performed her healing duties.  She was in the middle of a session when they arrived, a boy dressed in simple Hylian traveling clothes sitting on a stool in front of her with bandages wrapped around his torso, right forearm and head.  In a corner of the room sat a backpack likely containing the boy's possessions and, leaning over top of it, was a sword with a purple hilt and ornate scabbard.  The boy looked up, his brow furrowed in confusion.  Not because he wasn't expecting visitors, Lady Mipha had informed him of who was here to see him, but simply that, for the life of him, he couldn't imagine what the Princess of Hyrule could possibly want with him.  What he could only assume was her bodyguard, judging from the array of weapons and intimidating demeanor surrounding him, leaned against one of the pillars holding up the roof of the room, eyeing him up with an assessing look and appearing none too pleased with his findings.  "What...can I do for you?  Um...Princess?" Link asked, clearly not accustomed to addressing royalty.</span></span>