There she was, your old friend. How long had it been since you last saw her? Months? Years? Yet she looked remarkably well, better than you could have imagined. She had clearly kept herself together with grace and strength. Her father, as ever, was there—sleeping as usual.

She appeared genuinely happy and safe, immersed in her routine. There she was, tending to the familiar tasks she once performed at Lon Lon Ranch—praying to Hylia, shoveling hay—her life seemingly unchanged except for the years that had passed. Once petite, she now stood with a dignified height that spoke of time's passage. Your childhood memories felt so distant that it should have been no surprise, yet seeing her like this took your breath away.