zelda wipes the blood from the corner of her mouth and glares daggers at him. she notes the indifferent expression he wears, and how he shrugs his shoulders while he turns his head away from her. she follows the motion, and the moments she lets him slip out of her line of sight are few and far inbetween. she catches only glimpses of the unidentified person as they approach, and the sound of what she assumes to be a pair of wings flapping gently.