"Your turn, young man. Get yourself upstairs and clean up," Impa's voice said from the other side of the room. "No, no. Leave the sword there. You need a legendary sword to clean yourself up?"<br/><br/>Link looked up at Impa with his sword slung over his shoulder on his way to the bath, feeling a little silly as he muttered, "Uh...no, I guess not."  He left the sword as well as his gear save for a change of clothes in the corner, Impa having informed him that someone would take them up to his room.  Exactly how long they would be staying no one had informed him yet, but he hoped it wasn't long.  It felt odd to be staying in one place for as long as he had Zora City.<br/><br/>Before he left the room, Link couldn't help but take another look back at the woman they claimed was Lucien's mother.  She was on the shorter side, but she barely looked older than her son.  Though, it was a bit hard to tell anyone's age in this village of Sheikah considering they all had white hair.  He'd heard stories about the long lived Zora who went over 100 years before reaching maturity and wondered if the same was true for other races.<br/><br/>As she busied herself about the house, Impa looked up at Zelda's question, glancing out the window towards the bottom of the steps that led to the village square.  At the moment, Lucien was kneeling in front of a tiny girl, holding up his palms for her to throw a few awkward punches.  One in particular caused her to stumble, her father catching her with a chuckle and nuzzling his face in her neck, sending her into a squealing fit of giggles.  "He's enjoying some quality time with his daughter." She replied with a smile before glancing back to Zelda and adding with a playful tone, "What's wrong, your highness?  Worried about your safety with just an old lady around?  I may have long since retired from my chieftainhood, but I'll have you know I can still knock that boy of mine down a peg when he needs it."<br/><br/>"Lucien has a daughter?!" Link exclaimed, coming out of the bath in just his pants, drying his hair as he looked out the window.  While his wounds were healing nicely, the absence of his bandages revealed just how active and woefully unprepared he'd truly been in his self-imposed duty to the people of Hyrule.  The skin of his torso, while lean and not without musculature, was a patchwork of scars and faded bruises from early fights.  It didn't appear as though he'd ever personally won a single one of his battles.  "Wow, I don't think I've ever seen actually smile.  Whoever married him must have the patience of Hylia herself."<br/><br/>"He's not married," Impa said matter-of-factly, "You must not know much about Sheikah culture.  We don't have the taboos towards children born out of wedlock that Hylians do.  Being a chieftain is a stressful job, so oftentimes various members of the village take it upon themselves to help relieve the stress.  Five years ago, Poya neglected her anti-pregnancy tonic and nine months later was blessed with little Paya."