It was only years of practice at maintaining composure that kept Sidon's eyes dry and his expression from crumpling. To say that he missed his sister would be a gross understatement; 'missed her' was just too weak of a phrase.
After a few moments of silence, he smiled, just faintly. "I know you said you did not have time to linger," he said. "But I hope you will return sometime to tell me about her. My father and the elders remember her as their princess, their daughter and student. You, and you alone, remember her as a person." He looked down at Link. "And I would very much like to know the Mipha you knew."