She tilts her head back and sighs; out of thin air as this vision is, it's almost enough to make her miss prophetic dreams.

"... I don't believe the train makes important stops without some purpose. Even if it is one I don't understand."

Or appreciate. There's a guilty twist to her stomach, thinking of the ghost of a mother's embrace. She doesn't like the feeling; it makes her feel as though she's intruding.

(It also makes her miss- not her mother, really, Zelda doesn't remember her. Doesn't miss her, really, perhaps to her disgrace. But it brings to mind Impa, and Impa Zelda misses indeed.)