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"M-Master Link! Please, wait just a moment!"
Link turns, one foot already in the saddle of his horse, to see none other than Paya rushing up after him, nearly tripping over a Cucco in her hurry. He steps back down, patting his horse's flank apologetically. Once Paya's caught her breath enough to peek up at him, he signs, "Link is fine."
"O-Oh," Paya stutters. "Um. Okay."
She fidgets nervously, hands clasped firmly behind her back. It... doesn't look like she's going to tell him why she frantically flagged him down without being prompted, so Link raises a wordless eyebrow.
"T-This is from the Princess!" Paya blurts out, withdrawing the package she'd apparently been holding behind her back. "It's very old, so be careful with it—b-but I know you will be, Ma—Link!"
"Thank you."
Link starts to unwrap it, only for Paya to shriek, "Not here!" loud enough to startle the nearby Cuccos.
The eyebrow raises higher. Link re-wraps what little he's already gotten undone, though not without keeping one careful eye on the Cuccos and another on Paya herself as she struggles to find her words again.
"It is not... look, Grandmother wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to give you this," Paya mumbles, staring at her feet. "But y-you deserve to have it. It's your heritage, and... maybe it can help you somehow?"
Slowly, Link nods. Paya rambles on, seemingly endless in her worries.
"Oh, I-I'd love to see you play it, but maybe... not now. If Grandmother believes that you ran into it through the will of the Goddess, then... well, maybe she'll be less mad at me—"
Link taps her on the shoulder, snapping out of her new tangent. He signs, "I should go?"
"Y-Yes," Paya agrees. "It isn't as if we can use it—Auntie Purah tried to figure out its secrets when she was younger, but it can only be used the way it's meant to be used by, well. Someone like you, or like the Princess. So better you have it than it be sitting around gathering dust while you're risking your life to help us all!"
"I should go," Link signs, more insistently this time. Whatever the rest of what Paya's saying means, he's pretty sure that she'll get in trouble for giving him... whatever this is. And while he's grateful for the gift, he doesn't want her to get into trouble on his account.
Her shoulders slump. "I-I suppose so. Be safe, L... Link!"
Paya circles about his horse as he mounts the beast, patting the horse—who he'd blurted out the name Tatl for when pressed, though he's certain he's never heard that name before in his life—on her nose. She whispers loudly, to Tatl, "You'll keep him safe, won't you?"
Link decides not to mention that he'd met this particular horse while they both were running for their lives from a pack of angry bokoblins, and he nods. Paya steps aside, and they're off.
He pulls out the package when he makes camp for the night, halfway back to the stable where he'd first registered Tatl. The horse herself is contentedly grazing nearby, yellow-brown tail swishing in an evening breeze, and carefully keeping her distance from the campfire he's set up.
She certainly has no interest in the roughly rectangular shape he's unwrapping. Whatever it is, the only conclusion he's come to during the day's ride is that it's not long enough or shaped right to be a sword, and it's too thick to be a book. Unless it's two books. Or one really, really hefty one.
He'd... honestly prefer a sword, to a book, at the moment. Unless it is the theoretical really hefty book and he could use it as a blunt weapon.
As he unwraps the item, carefully, it becomes... somewhat less rectangular. More rounded, almost, like a three-dimensional oval tapering to a point at one end, with a tube set into the side.
It is indeed rounded, once he discards the last of the wrappings. It's also very blue, and has lots of holes, and fits comfortably into his hands when he holds it. Like it belongs there, somehow.
He stares down at it for a bit longer, wondering.
And he remembers.
"I'm reasonably certain that the only reason my father let us take this out of storage at all is because he thinks it might help me unlock my power at last," Zelda confesses, looking down at the strange blue thing in her lap. "And maybe it will! Anything could do it, after all. Urbosa said that her lightning powers clicked into place the first time she put on her Thunder Helm, like they just belonged there. Daruk's was... er, something involving a dog? He was never completely clear on the details. Mipha's healing just happened, one day, while she was practicing her tridentwork. And Revali told me—"
Very quietly, Link clears his throat. She looks up, and he signs, "What is it?"
Zelda pauses, squinting, her eyes following the motions of his hands. At last she admits, "I'm sorry, I couldn't quite... could you say that once more? Slower, this time?"
Link nods, and obliges.
"Oh!" Zelda nods enthusiastically, holding the little blue thing out to show him. "This is an ocarina, Link! Not just any ocarina, or so I'm told, but the ocarina! The one used long ago by the Hero of Time to save Hyrule!"
He looks at it, a little dubious. He can't imagine it to be anywhere near as effective a weapon as the darkness-sealing sword on his back. "How?"
Zelda studies his features, for a long moment. They're carefully schooled into a mask, like they have been for a very long time, but she's gotten far better at seeing through that mask as of late. She giggles, and says, "Not like that! Watch, I... think I can play this!"
She raises the ocarina to her lips, places her fingers covering some of the holes, and blows.
Music comes out. It's a clear, sweet melody that resonates with Link's very soul, somehow. He's never heard it before, he would have known if he had. Yet he can't quite stop himself from leaning forward to listen.
Zelda finishes, eyes closed, and sets the ocarina back in her lap. She opens her eyes.
She looks... almost disappointed, when she says, "That is a piece called the Song of Time. Legend holds that in a time of great need, when this song is played on this ocarina, by one blessed by the Goddess... time itself will reshape to the player's desire. I... suppose I was not expecting much, but..."
"Zelda." Though there is a sign for princess that he uses in public, the one he does for her name in private—now that they have a tentative sort of friendship going, at any rate—is the same one that Urbosa uses: little bird. It... kind of stuck. "That isn't a bad thing. It means we aren't in a time of great need."
"Yet, but... true enough," Zelda concedes. "That, or I'm not... well, I suppose I thought that even if it couldn't awaken my powers, maybe I could just... see her, one more time..."
She clears her throat, before Link can ask, and thrusts the ocarina into his empty hands. "You should give it a try, Link! Maybe it won't work for you, either, but... I would like to see you play it anyway."
He strongly, strongly doubts that's the only reasoning behind his sudden and presumably temporary acquisition of a legendary musical instrument, but he nods, and he tries to hold it the same way she does.
And he plays.
The ocarina is still in his hands, when he comes back to the present. Link stares down at it for a long, long moment. Then, he adjusts his grip upon the instrument, and he plays the way that he remembers.
Or, more accurately, he tries to.
It takes a lot of fumbling around to find the right holes to cover for the notes he remembers hearing. But he can't get the song out of his mind if he tries, and he isn't much inclined to try.
The sun has long since set by the time the legendary Song of Time sounds almost exactly like Zelda's version. Also, nothing has happened.
That makes him nervous, because if this isn't a time of great need... then what is?
Waterblight Ganon rips itself free of Vah Ruta's Malice-infested control panel with a horrific wet tearing sound, and all Link can think is, oh.
It's fast. And it's really, really hard to attack in melee range. Which is fine, because he has a bow and is better than he expected to be at using it. And then it suddenly is significantly less fine, because the Waterblight starts to flood the room.
He can't fire his bow if he has nowhere to stand to do it, and from the looks of things, he's not going to have anything except water too deep to stand in soon. So he takes a gamble, one that could be deadly and hopefully will be deadlier for the Blight than for him.
He throws the massive Zora-made greatsword at the Waterblight with every ounce of strength he can muster up, stunning it momentarily.
And he pulls out the ocarina. It's cool, blessedly so, against his hands, when he raises it to his lips.
It starts glowing, right before his eyes, after the second note. That's new. The Waterblight roars as if it knows what he's up to somehow—which is impressive, because Link himself doesn't have any idea what he's doing. He blocks it out. He has to finish this song, because it's actually doing something, and it never has before.
He has to finish it—and he does.
The last thing he sees is Waterblight Ganon swinging its massive blade towards his head. The last thing he hears is Zelda's voice in his mind, screaming his name.
And then there's nothing at all.
"What in the— Link?!" That's a vaguely familiar voice, soft yet sharp and deeply concerned. "What are you doing here? Are—are you hurt? Oh, Hylia, can you hear me?"
Link groans, turns over on the cold stone, and empties the contents of his stomach onto it. There's an alarmed gasp from whoever his companion is, and he's vaguely aware of someone's hands holding him up.
He blinks several times. He's... still on Vah Ruta, his head aches but he otherwise is in okay shape, and the ocarina is on the tile in front of him. He snatches it up, stashing it in the slate. Did it... work?
Well, something's clearly changed. The malice in the air isn't as heavy as it was. Actually, he can scarcely feel it at all, which is a major improvement.
"Link?" A hand is waved in front of his face. Red and white and— distinctly belonging to a Zora.
He makes a startled noise, looking over at—
Oh. Oh.
The Song of Time worked. The Song of Time worked a little too well. He can't keep his eyes from widening as he stares at someone who has been dead for a hundred years, yet now is—inexplicably—very much alive and kneeling in front of him, looking way more concerned than she should be. Or maybe exactly as concerned as she should be. Link can't and won't tell her what to do, not when he's pretty sure his actions got her killed.
"Please, tell me where it hurts," Mipha says gently, taking his hands in her own and giving them a gentle squeeze. "I cannot heal you if I do not know what to heal." She withdraws her hands from his own, then, giving him an expectant look.
Link... hesitates. At last, he signs, "Head hurts. Not a problem, it's already getting better."
Mipha tsks audibly. She sets her hands on either side of Link's head, and the headache immediately starts to lessen. "Link, we have been over this. Now, what is happening? Where is Zelda? ...Is that her Sheikah Slate?"
He gulps. From the looks of things, they're not in the room with the main control panel, not even all that close to it. Actually, this looks like that one narrow hallway up above the main chamber, the one leading up to the waterspout trunk.
"I'll explain later," Link promises, and selfishly hopes he won't have to. "But Ganon is going to send some sort of... manifestation of himself here, to take over Vah Ruta and kill you."
"I... see," Mipha says, very slowly. "Link. I mean this in the nicest way possible. How hard did you hit your head?"
"No, no, I mean it," he signs desperately. He pulls out the ocarina from the slate again, brandishing it at her before putting it back to free up his hands. "I'm from the future, playing this somehow threw me back into the past, if you don't believe me—"
Mipha removes her hands from his head to pat him reassuringly on the shoulder. "I'm certain that you believe that, Link. And I am glad you are here, even if you should be with the Princess. If you're so worried about me, I only just arrived, I need to prepare Ruta here for our assault on Ganon. I shall inform the others that you are with me so they will not worry. There is no time to waste, come with me!”
Link nods, numbly, and follows her down into the control room.
At first, everything seems fine. Mipha situates herself at the control panel, her hands dancing lightly across it as Ruta groans and shifts around them. At last, she presses a button, looks at Link, and says, "Vah Ruta to all other Divine Beasts: I have a minor situation—"
She never gets to finish that sentence, because it is precisely then that Waterblight Ganon erupts from the console. All around them, the clear blue light of Sheikah technology becomes an angry red-purple, the color of malice so great it's condensed into a solid form.
The gate shuts behind them. They're both trapped in here, now.
They're both trapped in here, with the Waterblight, and the first thing it does upon arrival is to grab Mipha in one of its massive hands and bodily hurl her across the room. She hits one of the walls. Something audibly cracks. Mipha slumps to the ground.
Link hasn't managed a single verbal word since waking up with no memories in the Shrine of Resurrection. The scream that tears itself loose from his throat then, raw and misshapen and desperate, only bears a passing resemblance to his friend's name.
The second thing Waterblight Ganon does, just as he manages to reach her, is start flooding the room. Because of course it does that immediately. For his part, Link makes an extremely rude gesture at the Waterblight with his free hand, slinging his unconscious friend over his other shoulder, and presses the button on the Slate to warp out.
...It doesn't work.
Maybe he should have expected that. He is one hundred years in the past, after all.
A pained gasp escapes Mipha, and then a very soft, "I am alright, Link. Nothing is broken any longer. Please put me down."
Link does. There won't be much room for either of them to stand soon, which is going to make things much, much harder. Unless...
"Can you swim?" He asks, urgently.
Mipha's eyes look slightly glazed over with pain, her hands still glowing slightly where they're pressed to her side, but she nods. "How did you—"
"Ocarina," Link signs in explanation. There isn't really an actual sign for ocarina, and no time to make one up, so he fingerspells the word as fast as he can instead. "Mipha, I think I can kill it. But I’ll need your help.”
She nods, withdrawing her trident. It's smaller than the one with the statue had been. Though, of course, she's smaller than her statue had been, scarcely Link's height instead of towering over him like her (younger, older than she’d ever gotten to be) brother.
"Not that kind of help," he clarifies. "I have a bow, I can handle it from a distance. But not in the water."
"I see." Mipha nods, starting to return her trident to its place—then apparently thinks better of it, and holds it out to Link. "Store this in the slate, please? It will make carrying you much easier."
Link does so, right as Mipha dives into the rising waters. His boots are soaked by the time Mipha resurfaces, holding out a hand to him.
He takes it. She pulls him onto her back, and they're on the move. Mipha is smaller, so much smaller, than her brother is (or will be.) But she makes up for it in sheer speed, circling the Waterblight like a shark in the water as Link aims and fires, aims and fires.
"Hold your breath," she says suddenly, as Link's lining up a shot. He has just enough time to do that before she dives, carrying him with her, and a massive block of ice passes just inches above the surface of the water. But she doesn't resurface, not immediately. Instead, she swims closer to the Blight.
"Hand me my trident," Mipha says underwater. Her voice sounds different, deeper somehow, down here.
Link, his lungs screaming for air, withdraws it from the slate and does so. He stashes his bow, pulling out the heftiest weapon he's still got for good measure: a Zora spear.
"It can't hurt us under here," Mipha continues. "I wish I had thought of this sooner. I'm going to swim up as close as possible, then leap out inside its range, and..."
He nods. He gets it. He can't hold his breath for much longer, which is slightly impacting his ability to think clearly, but Mipha’s idea is simple enough.
Mipha must realize that, because the last thing she says, before they break the surface, is a moderately embarrassed, "Oh! Sorry!"
The Lightscale Trident hits home. So too does Link's Zora Spear, though both of their weapons shatter with the strike. The Malice-born creature screams, writhing, then dissipates into nothing. Vah Ruta's lights return to Sheikah blue, and the waters recede, leaving two exhausted warriors lying before the Beast’s controls.
“We… did it,” Mipha breathes, chest heaving. She turns her head to look over at Link, and smiles. “We actually did it. Thank you, Link, I am not certain that I could have done it without you.”
Too tired to raise his hands to sign, and with no desire to inform her that she would have died here if she was alone, Link simply nods. Maybe he can just close his eyes for a little while…
Except he can’t, because the next thing he knows he’s being dragged up into a sitting position, Mipha is giving him a look, and she asks, “Truly, Link— what is going on?”
Link blinks at her. So much for not having to explain.
He raises his hands, heavy as they (and everything else) feel right now. “Something… happened. I got separated from Zelda. I might have died? I woke up in the future and was told to free the Divine Beasts and Impa’s granddaughter gave me this ocarina and—”
“Slow down,” Mipha says gently. “Take a deep breath.”
Link does.
“Tell me everything that you can. Please.”
…Link does.
Everything takes quite a while, and yet not altogether that long, because Link has maybe two or three months worth of memories rattling around in his skull with a handful of confusing extras from Before. Link tells Mipha about waking up in the Shrine of Resurrection, about being spoken to by a voice he’d later realize was Zelda, about meeting and being cheated by the old man who was really a dead king. He tells Mipha about the road to Kakariko, about Impa and Paya and his strange horse Tatl. He tells her about Zora’s Domain in a hundred years—about her father and brother, about the statue erected in her honor, about what Vah Ruta has done and will do (and now, now that Link has somehow changed time itself, will hopefully never do again.)
Mipha listens, to her credit, running her cool fingers through his hair and not interrupting with each new and unbelievable revelation.
“That’s everything,” Link signs at last.
“Oh,” Mipha says.
Neither of them speak again, for a long time. At last, Mipha breaks the silence, sadness in her words. “I… have positioned Vah Ruta for an assault upon Calamity Ganon. But the other Divine Beasts… they are…”
“They were being attacked, too,” Link signs, before he realizes what it means. His eyes widen, and he scrambles to his feet. “I need to—”
“Link,” Mipha says sharply. “They were… already gone, by the time we had fought off the Waterblight. There was nothing else you could have done, so don’t you dare beat yourself up about it.”
He nods. He has every intention of beating himself up about it.
“We shall simply have to make this work, somehow. Somehow…” She sighs. “I need to make some final preparations for the assault on Ganon. And… the assault upon the other Divine Beasts, if it comes to that. May I ask something of you, Link?”
“Anything,” he signs without thinking.
“Go back to Zora’s Domain. Tell my father I am alright, and that I will be there soon. I will meet you there, and then… we can find Zelda, wherever she is right now.”
Link nods. The Slate still isn’t letting him warp out, which he does get even if it’s annoying, so he makes for the now unblocked doorway instead.
Mipha isn’t looking at him. Consequently, she doesn’t see what happens to Link. She only hears a cut-off yell—and by the time her head’s snapped over, less than a second later, he’s already gone.
His headache’s back with a vengeance, though that may be in large part due to the fact that he just opened his eyes to broad daylight from above. Link hisses at the sun scorching his eyeballs, and rolls over.
At least this time, he doesn’t feel the need to empty the contents of his stomach. Also, this time, he’s… outside. On that pier leading out to the reservoir Vah Ruta had been causing problems on purpose from.
The mechanical elephant bobs up and down quite contentedly in the water there. Its lights are still that clear, cold Sheikah blue, which is a relief. Even if he did get unceremoniously warped out of there, he supposes he kind of deserved it for how much he messed around with the elephant’s trunk.
Link looks up at the sun again—bad, bad idea—and frowns.
The sun hadn’t been visible at all, through the red haze of Calamity covering the sky, when he finished telling Mipha everything that had happened and would happen. Yet now, the sun is not only visible but high in the sky.
“Link! There you are!”
His head snaps up, because he knows that voice. It’s not a vague recollection, either, like all of the memories lost to him. No, he knows that voice because it’s Sidon.
Sidon, who looks just the same as he did when Link left him behind to board the Divine Beast. He grins that winning smile, helping Link to his feet, and says, “Is everything in order, my friend?”
Link’s heart sinks. He looks at Vah Ruta, then back at Sidon.
“Yes,” he signs. Better not to tell Sidon that he’d seen his sister, that he’d thought, somehow, he’d saved her.
“Excellent!” If it’s possible, Sidon’s smile grows. He claps Link on the back and says, “I am still not entirely certain as to what you were doing in there, my sister refused to tell me despite my best attempts at convincing her, but I am truly glad that it went well!”
Link starts to nod. Then, the impossible part of what Sidon just said slots into place, and his eyes widen. His hands are almost too shaky to sign well, but he steadies them enough to get out, “Your sister?”
“Yes! My sister! Mipha!” Sidon pauses, taking in Link’s utterly bewildered expression. “...Oh dear. You cannot possibly have forgotten her again, can you?”
He shakes his head. “I remember her.”
“Oh, good! That… that is a relief, I do not know how she would have taken you forgetting her a second time, but I suspect she would not have taken it well. You do remember me, yes?”
“I do, I promise,” Link signs. “Can… you take me to her? Your sister?” Despite his best efforts to the contrary, hope is swelling up in his chest again.
Time itself will reshape to the player’s greatest desire, was it?
If… if this is at all what it looks like… then Link will not complain at all.
…So, for one thing, Mipha is alive. Alive, and well, and she absolutely lights up the moment she lays eyes on Link.
For another: she’s taller than Sidon. By like a foot. Which Link is suddenly very, very aware of once she actually shrieks his name and tackles him in a hug so strong she nearly bowls him over.
There's baffled laughter from behind him: Sidon. Who says, "I... did not think that what Link was doing with your Divine Beast could possibly be that dangerous? He was not gone for that long!"
"Oh, it was not!" Mipha stands back, beaming. "And he was not. The last time I saw him was earlier today. But the last time he saw me was a century ago."
Link turns, just in time to see Sidon's features take on a look of unmistakable confusion.. "But... he saw you this morning?"
Mipha shakes her head. "I assure you, my dear brother, that I will explain everything to you later. Right now, there is something I need to discuss with him, alone. Could you, perhaps... Link, did you tell anyone that you were back?"
Sidon answers before he can: "No, he asked me to bring him directly to you. I thought that perhaps he was hurt..."
"I'm fine," Link signs, once both siblings look at him expectantly. "But I do need to talk to Mipha."
He fingerspells her name. He can't remember what sign he used for her name—the one memory he had of her, he hadn't done a whole lot of talking, just a lot of embarrassed staring out into space while Mipha chewed him out for being reckless again. Sidon looks at him a bit oddly.
"Can you tell Father that Link is alright, and that Ruta is ready for the assault upon Ganon?" Mipha asks.
Sidon nods, slowly. "Yes! I will do that. But after that, can one of you please, please, please! Tell a Zora what is going on here!"
"We will," Mipha promises.
"We will," Link signs, though it's much less of a promise.
Satisfied, Sidon leaves. It's only when neither of them can hear his footsteps any longer that Mipha exhales slowly, turns to Link, and says, "We had better determine what to tell my brother. I do not suppose that you think he would be willing to believe the truth?"
Link shrugs. The Sidon who had helped him get into Vah Ruta would have. But the Sidon who helped him get into Vah Ruta had lost his sister to the Calamity, a hundred years ago. To the manifestation of Ganon's malice that overtook her Divine Beast, Waterblight Ganon.
He'd fought that Waterblight alongside her. He'd killed that Waterblight alongside her.
"Not sure that I'm willing to believe the truth," Link signs, looking up at her. "But it's... good to have you back. Really, really good to have you back. What happened?"
Mipha's face falls. "You vanished, one hundred years ago, without a trace. I made my preparations to assault the Calamity, then I departed to search for you. I... did not find you. I did find Zelda, but you were already..."
"Dead?"
If it is possible for Mipha's face to fall further, it does. "Not quite, but... near enough. Perhaps if I had arrived sooner..."
"Hey. No." He signs that word again for good measure, at a dubious look from Mipha. "If I'm not allowed to blame myself for that, you aren't either."
Mipha sighs. "I can't believe you're using an argument I made a century ago against me now."
"It wasn't a century ago, for me!"
"No, it certainly was not." She smiles at him. It's not a particularly happy smile. "At any rate, I know that you... that you do not remember me. Zelda warned me that you might not, and I recalled what you said about the matter, and so... I waited."
Link's throat feels dry. Which is impressive, because he isn't even using it. "How long?"
"A hundred years... but you knew that already, and a century is not so long for a Zora, not compared to a Hylian." Mipha sighs, and crosses the room. She looks out at the reservoir, where Vah Ruta awaits her command. "It has been a hundred years, and a few months. Zelda was able to hold the Calamity back almost entirely at first, but either her power is weakening or she is weakening, and I worry for her. Lanayru has become nearly infested with monsters, particularly the kind that enjoy using electricity..."
"And electricity and Zora don't mix," Link realizes.
"Precisely. Ruta can handle the big camps, but only if she can reach them, and they have only become wiser and sneakier over time. So after what you told me, about how Sidon was searching for a Hylian... when it became a century since I had seen you last, I tasked my brother with finding a Hylian to help flush out the monsters that I could not. And that Hylian..." She nods to him. "I met you again just a few days ago, though I expect you don't remember it. You, Sidon, and I fought the Lynel atop Shatterback Point—"
"We what? How?"
Mipha looks back at him. She pulls aside the blue sash she's wearing, revealing a mostly-healed burn, and says, "Very carefully. It... was not quite carefully enough to avoid injury, but we survived. After... Sidon carried me back here. I asked you to check on Ruta, and... here we are."
Link stares a bit, even as she pulls the sash back over her burn. "Are you okay?"
"Yes! I am perfectly fine," Mipha assures him. "I am… fine now, at any rate. It barely grazed me."
He squints at her, and wonders if he would be more worried if he could remember the same events that she could. He doesn't have long to wonder.
"I... do not believe that anyone besides you can remember the old timeline, the one that you changed with the ocarina," Mipha continues. "And I expect—if you do the same thing as you did with me, with the others... I'm sure that my memories will change once again. Yours won't, since they did not here."
Starting to nod along, he suddenly freezes. "I can save the others!"
She grins at him. "That is my hope, yes. Though, in a hundred years... not all of us will be able to take the long way around, as I did. Daruk, perhaps, but..."
"I'll burn that bridge when I come to it," Link signs, and is treated to a snicker.
"I hope you will remember more about us, with time," Mipha says gently. "But if you do not... we will make new memories. You are still my friend and comrade, Link, and I have had a hundred years to think of how best to help you, once you were back. We will take down Ganon, this time, no matter what it takes."
Link nods, then hesitates. Carefully, he signs, "Is it okay if I hug you?"
Mipha stares at his hands, for a long moment. "...To tell you the truth, I am not certain whether it is you or I who would benefit more from it.”
Link isn't sure either, when he pulls away from her. He still can't remember much involving her, but—he knows he missed her. He really did.
And the fact that she's back? The fact that he has a chance to save the rest of their friends?
That means more than anything else in Hyrule, a hundred years ago or today.