Sheik nods, settling in the chair with the lyre in his arms. (Somewhere in the background, Zelda chuckles, teasing, [That thing really is your baby, isn't it?]. He ignores her good-naturedly.) "Thank you - I'm not sure why it corroded in the first place, a... thing tried to grab it. When I next looked at it, it had the cracks."

Hyrule has ammonia-based monsters. Who knew?

But, of course, there is business to discuss - there's an expectant look on his face as he waits, running his thumb along an un-corroded section.