She only defends it because she hopes that she can help him to see the greatness that New Moladion has to offer. She smiles at him though, not sure of what to expect from him because of his love for the old lands she didn’t know much about. Still she thought his outlook on their home was a little bleak when she had seen so much good. Yes, there were a lot of squabbles going on amongst the younger, less experienced, rulers, but the wolves were still here, still good, and perhaps in time they would start making it better than what it had been, it will become more in time. She hoped to make it so and perhaps by saying that he trusted her.

She offered him a small smile though, her light rimmed ears twitched slightly, listening to him speak about his own thoughts regarding to the leaders. That could be said as well, that they were perhaps immortalized and even idealized by their stories, their flaws hidden between the lines, their hardships as well. They were living it, seeing it step by step what they were doing and how they were like. Heyel being one. Hyrule idolized his grandfather, but still found his grandfather’s faults in his beliefs where many others regarded him as one of the best leaders of Moladion history. Zelda knew the truth of the matter, but she found the truth in Alexander’s words that they were just… well… stories. Though that last bit of his words were praise regarding her and caused her to blush under her auburn fur, ”I-well-I don’t know about that. I have failed and made many mistakes, Arace being one, Aranck another. I feel I have let many wolves down, but I am trying, its all I can do to make up for it, right?” She tells him then smiling at him though still she was greatly flattered and a little bewildered by his praise.

She wasn’t going to argue his point, but she wasn’t sure he was wrong. SHe wouldn’t have wanted Balor to make sense for her, Lazarus she wouldn't mind, but he did bring her peace that Balor did not, but he also made sense in his own way of balancing her good with darkness. Still she didn’t think it wasn’t so bad. There were the lucky few that did work with their imprints, there were others that didn’t. Perhaps it was true, but even so there wasn’t a worry. Not for her, not now that she had found Lazarus and lost Balor. She allowed the conversation to meld back into why they were here to begin with, a smile touching her maw.

He still seemed a little unsure, but he was going to do his best for her, she admired his loyalty, she knew he would help her no matter what and she was grateful for his honesty with her, and with that she returned his smile unaware of his his internal struggle. ”Then I simply ask of you, as my Champion to promise you will not kill unless it is to protect yourself and those around you, and that you do not leap to conclusions of a situation. That you try to empathize and understand as best you can to those we meet. To break this promise will mean you have betrayed Taviora. As I will be giving you the right, Alexander, Champion of Taviora, to speak for me, and our home.” She tells him, her face looking a little more serious as she spoke thought it lightened to a smile by the end.

Zelda gives a light laugh though at his words encouraging her, as Taviora’s new champion to go inside before the blizzard worsens. ”If you insist.” She says rising to her paws taking a few steps inland before the sound of a small popping and snow falling in caught her ears. She looked instinctively up the the trees at first, the wind was picking up and with the weight of the snow it was not unusual for some branches to give, upon seeing it was safe her gaze went back to Alexander confused before looking around for the sounds’ source.