The sun was still low on the horizon, casting long shadows along the ground alongside the carts. Horses marched on, attached to the front of each wagon, as they slowly made their way down a trodden dirt path. Standing beside Zelda's cart, Impa rested her staff on the ground as she looked up at the young woman. Her face was old and wrinkled, but she always seemed to wear a smile. "Good, you are awake." Impa turned her gaze away from the girl and pointed her staff towards a line of trees just off the road. "There should be a river not too far from here. Would you fetch a bucket of water for the horses before we set up camp?"