Nalia cringed when he fell back almost immediately his first attempt, but did her best to stifle a laugh at his enthusiasm to try again. She watched him go for his second try, and her eyes followed every movement he made. She couldn’t hold back her bouncing as she silently cheered him on from the sidelines, mouthing, “go go go go!” And when he finally did make it in one last exerted leap and slide, the moblin fell in a seat of green fire. Nalia jumped up and screamed in excitement, “YES! You did it!! Good going!!”<br/><br/>With a laugh, she ran ahead to him and offered him a hand up. “You doing okay?” She asked with a wide smile. “You know this is just the beginning. You think you’d be able to handle the rest?” As she asked this, her eyes lifted to look past him at the temple in the clearing just behind him. The entrance was elevated onto a platform, whose stairs have long since crumpled and fell. The only way to reach the door was by using the hookshot to latch onto a branch hanging over the platform, and letting the chain pull up the wielder...well, wielderS as it were.