Ike swallowed just a little as she headed off, rubbing his head. Did she really...better not think too much on it, he decided. He was grateful for the dinner when it had arrived, thankful that the food smelled like something similar to what he had normally eaten. A quick wash did him well, as well as making sure Ragnell was properly polished and retained it's edge, a curious thing...he rarely had to sharpen it. It held an edge like nothing else, even if Ike had to use his blade like a club to crush armor. It had enough weight to do it, at least.
He slid out of his clothes and promptly collapsed in a bed that felt like he was sleeping on a cloud...a literal cloud.
...When he actually opened his eyes, he noticed he was on a cloud. He shot up like a crossbow bolt, glancing around a moment as he rubbed his face. Where...was he? Clouds were everywhere, and structures rested on top of them. The one that he was currently in front of seemed to be a majestic palace. He glanced down at himself, still devoid everything but his breeches. Was...he dreaming? Or was he awake? He did open his eyes, after all...he settled on the large building in front of him, and rose up.
Something was calling to him, like a gentle song...or a faint urging. Wishing he had Ragnell, and having no real reason to not go...Ike gave another swallow and headed up towards the marble steps. Hyrule just got weirder and weirder...