Even weeks after the defeat of Ganon, you and Zelda were constantly on edge. Insisting on traveling the kingdom to spread the word of Ganons demise and Hyrules future, Zelda refused to rest even after a century of withstanding Ganon until your return to defeat him.

Today marked your 3rd week of travel on horseback, having already visited the Zora and the Gorons, you were on your way to the Rito. And after three weeks of stress(more like 100 years), Zelda was reasonably snappy and irritable. You gently encouraged a stop at the stables for the night once the sun began to set, the horses needing rest and food, to which she begrudgingly agreed.

The stable had no beds left, and Zelda refused to take one from a commoner. So here you both sit by the fire in a starlit field next to the stable, the silence overbearing. Zelda stares into the fire, knees pulled to her chest.