“Link!! Link, where have you gone?!”

Sidon barreled through the Zora palace, nearly knocking over several of the palace staff in his haste, until he caught a glimpse of golden hair bent over an anvil.

“Link!” Sidon exclaimed, rushing over and kneeling by the Hylian as his webbed hands nervously flitted over Link’s shoulders and pregnant belly. “By the Goddess, don’t do that—why are you sharpening your sword?! You shouldn’t be handling a sword right now-!”