[ Zelda has an air of rattled calm about her-- and Mipha cannot help but return that small smile with one of her own. Despite the need to be off of this boat and out of the storm, seeing her, and holding her physical hand is...incredible. Being ghostly for so long robbed Mipha of her sense of touch, and smell, and taste...to be here and feeling the world-- even as it worked against her...
...is it's own form of magic.
She leads the princess to the edge of the boat and down a long stretch of wood that stands out as more of a ramp than it had as a mast, where Mipha jumps into the water and bids Zelda to follow. ]
I'll be able to carry you back to shore. Shall we?
[ her hands lift above the water-- Zelda need only take the plunge and hold onto Mipha's shoulders to be carried to shore. All aboard the Mipha Express! Choo choo! ]
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...is it's own form of magic.
She leads the princess to the edge of the boat and down a long stretch of wood that stands out as more of a ramp than it had as a mast, where Mipha jumps into the water and bids Zelda to follow. ]
I'll be able to carry you back to shore. Shall we?
[ her hands lift above the water-- Zelda need only take the plunge and hold onto Mipha's shoulders to be carried to shore. All aboard the Mipha Express! Choo choo! ]