"I dunno about her," Ekra said, still trying to poke Veitaru into consciousness. "I think she might be dying. This usually gets someone's attention after a while." As far as she could tell, the other being her own size had not woken up yet. This was beginning to get annoying. It was not going to be a quick mission, it was going to keep her away from the Lost Woods for a while, her questions regarding Ganondorf had gone unanswered, and apparently the only being not an adult was entering a coma for some unknown reason. "And really, I'm not a child..." That part was muttered more to herself. She had a good reason not to know much about the other races and strange beings around her (it could be worth the time to also chat with the shadowy beings, preferably the one who hadn't scared her earlier), but she would've thought the Hylians would at least know of the existence of skull kids - she sure had been shot at enough to think they'd know in general. Especially the blacksmith - Angus, he was Angus, nice to know - since he was a merchant like others who passed through. And that they'd know skull kids were rarely children anymore, at least not by the standards of any race she knew of. Maybe by Darknut standards, over 50 still meant being 'young'. And speaking of them...

"Eesh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." She looked between them. "Not sure who though. Or is this normal?" That, she was curious about. Of course, no two Kokori were alike and prone to loud debates. Maybe this was just how Darknuts talked and thought. "The whole extremes, I mean. It's a bit weird, one side is the guy who I think might kinda kill all the adults once this is over, and the other one's weirdly cool with everyone here. Is that just a Darknut thing?" And now slightly bored with being upright. There were no trees, but there was a tombstone near the one she stood on, with what looked like a fairly stretched-out clover on top of it. Close enough to a tree branch. She jumped over, grabbed on, and flipped, ending up hanging upside-down on one of the horizontal branches. Her bag jangled with the movement, her possessions clacking together. "...and seriously, is Ganon a ghost or what? Right now, I mean. Or are Gerudos just long-lived? Anyone?"