Did...did she forget about the living, gooey mass of pulsating shadow and concentrated evil clinging at the very center of this world, lingering and able to overwhelm it all without even a single moment's notice? Did she fail to notice the war-torn ruins spread across the landscape at nearly every turn? She must have, but, then again, Sidon realized, as he took in the impressive view from the elevated shrine looking over the quaint little village, this area was so far removed from it all that he could even see himself forgetting. Out here, they were so untouched by the Calamity, one could almost forget that it existed at all. And he supposed the same might be said for Zora's Domain and the Rito Village, if one did not know the true meaning behind the looming presence of the Divine Beasts, if one was unaware of the significance of the statue he used to spend every morning, every evening confronting...

...but all he had to do was remember what Vette had said about her own worlds, where she had come from, as well as the multitude of things she always left unsaid, and he could understand better. Hyrule truly was beautiful, in its perseverance as well as its landscapes, even if he could never quite shake the aching heartbreak that came with knowing just how fragile and threatened all this beauty was.

Sidon squeezed Vette a little, kissed the top of her head. "I dare say," he said, "I've been spoiling you with all the highlights. But let's go!" Not wishing to dwell on that when there were so many more enchanting things he could be spending his time on, he moved to take Vette's hand and start leading her toward the steep little path down the mountain, through the grassy pastures where the Hateno cows looked up from their idle chewing to watch them with dull curiousity, toward the well-travelled path leading into the village. "We shall deposite our coats at the inn so we won't have to worry about them and have ourselves some breakfast!"