[It's not as solid as it appears to be. Or perhaps it's because it's just a manifestation of the Twilight. Of herself, in many ways. To him, it's quite possibly chilling where she would otherwise find warmth and comfort. There's an emptiness, a hollowness to the Twilight. Some would describe it as eerie and empty.

Yet she looks just a touch prideful that she can share something she loves so dearly with someone else. A Light Dweller who doesn't hold the same animosity for her and her kind that she remembers learning of in Hyrule.]

Sorcery is a talent to my people. It governs the Twili. Who I am, what I am. It's defined by it. Would that I could demonstrate its full ability. There is nothing here quite like it. And in the way that Light beckons me toward it, there is a certain allure to the darkness.