You do put about a rather intimidating air. There is none who would approach you without fear of drawing your ire or disdain. [Zelda lets a small laugh escape, shrugging the blanket closer.] I have never held such fear of you.

[Finding herself captive of Maria's eye, there's a few moments before she answers.] Fated? I wouldn't think one such as yourself would ever think of something like fate. What makes you ask me this?