[ Zelda's eyes are drawn back to Turo's sketchbook each time he turns a page. At previous times, she was still listening carefully to everything he said while marveling at the sheer variety of food creatures depicted on the pages.

But this time, his words -and all other sounds- fade into the background, replaced with a ringing in her ears as her gaze is immediately drawn to the figure locked in combat with the sushi-roll-dragon-serpent. Even in an illustration, even though the figure is some distance away from the artist, Zelda recognizes him immediately.

She barely manages to keep herself from jerking away, but her face has gone pale and she feels like she's going to throw up. It can't be him. It's impossible. She must be jumping to conclusions. Just because some stranger in a drawing happens to have the same build and skin tone as Ganondorf doesn't mean they're him. Get ahold of yourself, Zelda; you're being paranoid.

As she shakes her head to rid herself of those thoughts, she realizes that Turo has been talking to her this entire time. ]

Ah, forgive me, I was lost in my thoughts for a moment. [ She attempts to smile to show that she's fine, but she still looks a little green around the gills. ] You said you would show me the carvings you found? Yes, I would love to see them.

[ Anything to distract herself from her Ganondorf-panic. ]