“You freed me.” Her soft voice feels like a gentle hug. “…thank you.”

There she was. The Zora princess, enveloped in soft turquoise soul flames, her body emitting a faint glow. Your eyes blur with tears. You watched her… you watched her get impaled 100 years ago, and here she was, standing in front of you. A soul, now, but beautiful as ever.

She walks towards you shyly. “You’re… you’re wearing the armour I made for you?” She whispers. “I’m so glad it fits. You look dashing.”