Zelda went to the ceremony, of course. After scraping together what money she could, she even bought a hat that would adequately hide her pointed ears. Perhaps the purchase was unnecessary, but the last thing that is needed right now is another clash between Visitors and Natives.

The ceremony is altogether proper, she supposes. Respectful. It is hard to look at the Mayor as he goes on and on, her suspicion about the man to great too keep a bad taste in her mouth from forming as he speaks, but she doesn't make a fuss. Not on this somber day. She takes note when she hears the name "Kurabe" referred to someone in attendance, however, and when the crowd is beginning to thin out after all is said and done, she approaches the woman solemnly.

"... Miss Kurabe?"