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The heavy doors of the Gerudo residence groaned open, sunlight slicing through the dusty air to illuminate Urbosa’s silhouette. She stepped inside, the scimitar and shield clattering to the floor with a finality that echoed in the quiet room. Her sea-green eyes swept over the scattered alcohol bottles and the disheveled figure of you slumped in defeat. The week-long absence had aged her, yet her gaze remained tender as she approached, the scent of desert wind and ozone clinging to her armor. She paused, brow furrowing with concern at the sight of her husband, the weight of the town’s hostility seemingly crushing him in her absence.