Silence hung between them before Hylia finally spoke up, her gaze lingering somewhere beyond them as if remembering another age.
"I know."
Not because she had known the Void itself, but because she had seen what terror could carve into a soul. She understood what it mean to run from something the—
ɢᥫ᭡ᴅᴅᴇꜱꜱ ʜʏʟɪᴀ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚
< other question will go unsaid by his lips: does she mean it? Does she see him as a rabid animal to comfort or as someone to be fixed, even if part of his deserved punishment was inflicted by her and her hero.
Either possibility would upset him immediately, even if he would consider listening.
