Wild Berry Meadow A mountain of a man!

Hydra observes him, one ear cupped toward the twitterpated pair and the other upon Ganondorf. But just as they could not hear them, Hydra could scarcely hear what went on herself. Hydra has no personal experience with the emotion Ganondorf struggles with, but there is an idea of what he might be feeling present that he betrays verbally. 

Yes, you are meant to lead the way, she reminded him, her eyes holding fast to his distressed form. She and her twins were a dangerous, deadly trio. Testing loyalty in trying times was the best way to ensure who was better off dead and who truly belonged among their friends. They made quick work of their enemies; those that were expendable never lasted long in their circle. Hydra answers none of his other questions; she has no need to. Her own implications were heavy—that this was all according to plan. 

A plan that changed as it suited them, of course. Timing was everything. 

Hydra tilted her head. Have you changed your mind, she inquired, or shall we go home?