"Pity that. These are the best crepes I've had since, well, in forever really. The cook at the castle didn't make them to this degree of perfection. Wouldn't you-?" She cut herself off with faint, quick crestfallen expression in her eyes as she glanced to Link.
No, he wouldn't be able to say. He might still be alive, but she was well and truly the only one who remembered how things were back then, who remembered how the people were, the fine details, the quirks, the mixes in-between. And it wasn't any fault of his own; no one had ever spent a century recovering in those conditions before.
"I don't know if I'm that much a traveler myself, as much as it is that circumstances force me to travel," she explained.