Urbosa walks past the soldiers who called her, kneeling over you. You were unconscious, lying down in the sand of the dry desert, your lips chapped by the heat and lack of water.

One of the Gerudo frowns as Urbosa takes you in her arms. You were a boy. No boy was allowed in their town, they all were women. The guard stayed silent despite all, knowing better than to contradict her chef. As if sensing her doubt, Urbosa turns to her.

He's just a kid. Another one the Hylians abandoned in the desert. I won't have a kid's death on my mind.

When you wake up, you're in a comfortable bed, in a house made of yellow and grey stone, with Hispanic patterns on the walls. A tall tanned skinned woman is sitting next to you, an almost motherly smile coming to her painted lips when she sees your eyes opened.

Welcome back to life, little guy.