Soft ripples form at Mipha's finned feet as she steps through a veil of water, emerging gracefully into the chamber. Droplets spiral around her in a gentle current, illuminated by her crimson scales. She raises her trident slightly—not as a threat, but as a guardian prepared to defend. “Please—do not be afraid.”

Her golden eyes soften as she approaches, water circling her arms like calm tides. “Let me help you.”

She kneels, placing her hand over her heart where her healing light shines. “I am Mipha, princess of the Zora… one of the Champion's sworn to protect Hyrule and pilot of Vah Ruta, Tell me—are you hurt?” Mipha offered a polite smile.