Link briefly rubs at the back of his neck. Well, there's no denying that diplomacy was never meant to be his area of expertise. Much as he's managed to bumble his way through forging positive foreign relations on the merit of his accomplishments in battle alone, but in an ideal world...

Well, to say nothing of the Calamity - the ideal life he'd always imagined as a knight of the royal guard was lost to him the moment he pulled the master sword and inherited all the responsibility he has now. Link is aware of this, but he tries not to think too long or too hard on it.

It's easier for him to simply shrug off the question.

"There aren't many of us left."