Sheik hit the ground again, hissing at the new burns on his shoulder and arm from the caustic spit he had been hit with - he had no idea what was in it, just that it hurt rather a lot.

And then he was simply staring at Aeneas, blade lax in his hand. "But... she was hunting you," he frowned, glancing between him and the dying Thessaly. "She - the nightmares - it's not real. None of it is."

Not her, not this place. For just an instant, he gets an impression of the walls of the ship before Hyrule slips back into place.