[First, his brow lifts, then nearly shoots up into his hairline. Few remain in Hyrule who recognize the Eye of Truth; fewer still understand the weight of its meaning, of the duty it represents. To most others, it is little more than a symbol of a bygone era, no longer relevant in a world ruled by the Demon King. That this girl knows of it...
Ah, but that is the least surprising thing to pass her lips. She's Princess Zelda? Link is her swordsman? And an expedition beneath the castle... for what, lava?
Sheik wears his bafflement openly, as though she's speaking in tongues.]
That... is a bold claim to make—
[He begins, but is interrupted by a deep, ominous rumbling that rattles the windows of the temple and shakes dust from the rafters above the nave. The light shining down upon the pedestal gradually begins to dim as storm clouds darken the sky outside of the temple, and for the first time since she woke up, the Sheikah's gaze leaves her, shooting up towards the ceiling with sudden and fierce urgency, the suspicion he regarded her with a moment before seeming almost soft in comparison. A curse escapes him, a hissing, archaic sound muffled by his cowl, and in the next moment, he's stepping down from the dais, moving towards the entrance of the temple.
He extends a hand towards her as he does, his veiled expression grave.]
If you speak truthfully, then understand I mean you no harm, either. I've many more questions, but we cannot stay here any longer. I lack the means to reunite you with your swordsman— [This much is true, regardless of who she actually is. Link remains, as ever, safely, maddeningly out of reach.] —but in exchange for the promise of answers, I will escort you to the safety of Kakariko.
Have we a deal?
[The temple grows darker with each passing second. There is precious little time to waste deliberating.]
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Ah, but that is the least surprising thing to pass her lips. She's Princess Zelda? Link is her swordsman? And an expedition beneath the castle... for what, lava?
Sheik wears his bafflement openly, as though she's speaking in tongues.]
That... is a bold claim to make—
[He begins, but is interrupted by a deep, ominous rumbling that rattles the windows of the temple and shakes dust from the rafters above the nave. The light shining down upon the pedestal gradually begins to dim as storm clouds darken the sky outside of the temple, and for the first time since she woke up, the Sheikah's gaze leaves her, shooting up towards the ceiling with sudden and fierce urgency, the suspicion he regarded her with a moment before seeming almost soft in comparison. A curse escapes him, a hissing, archaic sound muffled by his cowl, and in the next moment, he's stepping down from the dais, moving towards the entrance of the temple.
He extends a hand towards her as he does, his veiled expression grave.]
If you speak truthfully, then understand I mean you no harm, either. I've many more questions, but we cannot stay here any longer. I lack the means to reunite you with your swordsman— [This much is true, regardless of who she actually is. Link remains, as ever, safely, maddeningly out of reach.] —but in exchange for the promise of answers, I will escort you to the safety of Kakariko.
Have we a deal?
[The temple grows darker with each passing second. There is precious little time to waste deliberating.]