[ Urbosa's right in the middle of deciding whether or not to pester the flying serpent handler for a freebie ride when Mipha's voice cuts through her train of thought. The first few moments she pauses only a second or so - writing it off as a quirk of her imagination - but then... ]
Mipha?
[ Sure enough, when she turns to look over her shoulder, there's the Zora Champion herself, looking no worse for the wear. ]
Not without a condiment :V PRACTICE SAFE SNACKS, KIDS
Mipha?
[ Sure enough, when she turns to look over her shoulder, there's the Zora Champion herself, looking no worse for the wear. ]
Where did you--
[ GIRL, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. ]