That was it. It was over. The Great Tree was no longer here, no longer aware. Only a miracle could reverse that, which would mean less miracles for them. If the Tree's last wish was to be taken seriously, then they would need every last miracle they could find just to survive.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Water's flow...</span>, Rajaala was sure those words were aimed at her, some kind of tasking laid upon her to show them where to go perhaps? As a guide? Or a warning? That thought was unproductive, entirely unecessary, but it ate at her all the same. What exactly had the tree known or suspected? Better to focus on the here and now. And of course Daphnes was ready to throw everything away on the word of that overgrown... wise tree.<br/><br/>"I have known you for quite some time Daphnes. In all that time, have I ever given you the impression that I wouldn't follow you to the depths of the worst hell imaginable? You aren't going anywhere without me. Although," A significant glance was directed at the towering figure of the Goron here, "I'm quite sure we could do well without the talking rock." Her concern was purely objective here. How would you hide a walking, talking rock that weighed a couple of tons, could be mistaken for a small hill and thought it was actually intelligent? It would be little better than bringing along a small child, albeit one that could probably crush one of Ganondorf's minions in one hand. There was also the issue of their former assailant, the Sheika who seemed to be pulling his best impression of sullen, brooding teenager.<br/><br/>"There is still the issue of this one." She levelled her halberd at the man's chest, one handed and absolutely steady, the point hovering a few feet from him. The threat was clear.<br/><br/>"He attacked you. My arm is in fine health since his fireballs. He likely would have gutted everyone here given half a chance. I think that you owe me... owe us... an explanation." Her voice quavered on the last syllable as her left arm spasmed underneath the burns. They were only skin deep, but they were agony to someone like her.<span style="font-style: italic">To a Zora</span>. The mental correction was starting to wear. She would need to find some proper water to immerse herself in after this, or risk the inevitable scar taking muscle tissue with it.<br/><br/>"I don't know why, but you trust him. I can see it. So I ask you, why?"