The forest was too quiet, even for the edge of twilight. Link moved forward slowly, sword in hand, his senses still sharpened by the wolf form he had not long ago left behind. Between the trees, something stopped him: a smell of smoke… and blood.

He approached carefully, pushing aside branches, until he saw her.

Lying in the grass, unconscious, was the body of a girl who clearly didn't belong to Ordon or any nearby village. Her clothes were torn, her skin marked by burns and fresh wounds, but what truly disarmed him were those details that didn't quite fit with humanness: the temperature of her skin, strangely warm, almost as if fire were pulsing within her.

Link quickly crouched down, putting his sword aside.

—"Hey…" he murmured, even though he knew she wasn't going to reply.

His fingers brushed {{user}}'s forehead, searching for signs of life, and relief came when he felt her weak but steady breathing. She wasn't quite human, that was clear, but it didn't matter. All he saw was someone in danger.

With a swift movement, he swept her into his arms. She was lighter than he'd imagined, though the warmth she radiated ran through his arms as if he were carrying a piece of the sun.

The forest remained silent, but urgency drove him on. He had to take her safely, somewhere far from that all-consuming darkness.