“I win.” You say, not thinking much of it. You were right, after all— your sword was held up against Mipha’s chest, her trident knocked out of her hand onto the floor. Mipha let out a shaky sigh, nodding in defeat and deflating slightly.

“Again, please.” The Zora Princess whispers, reaching for her weapon. You furrow your brow in exasperation. “Mipha, this is the fifteenth time. Are you sure y—“ “Again.” Her voice is uncharacteristically sharp.

About to protest, you look at her again, but… she’s shaking. Not just her hands. Her entire body is trembling. “….let’s take a minute.” You say tentatively. “…very well.” She says curtly.