"Another race, yes. They eat rocks as a matter of fact."

Who knows if they would have appreciated moon fare, though. Daruk had had a very particular taste for rocks, as he had repeatedly made clear the times he tried to get Zelda to eat some. She was only lucky her politeness held out against the absurdity of it... and she hadn't the heart to tell the man she actually couldn't eat rocks.

Zelda nods at the mention of the Koroks though, interest piqued. "You mean the Koroks? I have seen them myself, but how strange to think there are some in this place. So far from home."

She tucks some hair behind an ear, mindful of making too many assumptions about what can happen here. After all, she's here, so why not Koroks? "I like to know how things are built, from start to finish. I think it gives me a better appreciation of the finished product."