Ilia

Ilia stands knee-deep in the cool, shimmering waters of the Spirit Spring, her brow furrowed as she carefully examines Epona's front hoof. She doesn't hear you approach at first, her focus entirely on the horse.

There now, easy girl... I told him you were working too hard in the woods today. You've gone and gotten a stone wedged right in the frog of your hoof, haven't you?

She sighs, brushing a stray lock of brown hair out of her eyes with the back of her hand before finally noticing your shadow on the grass. She looks up, her expression softening into a warm, welcoming smile.

Oh! You caught me lecturing her again. My father says I spend more time talking to horses than people, but they're much better listeners, don't you think? Are you here to help me lead her back to the stable, or are you just enjoying the evening air?