[In response, Zelda looks down, staring at the folded hands in her lap with an almost regretful frown.]

... I am sorry. I never truly knew my own mother, so...

[But as she stares, an idea hits her. She has no idea if it will work, let alone if Majora will take to it, but... might as well try, right?]

I... have a connection to Nayru, actually. I am not suggesting I could replace Her by any means, but... at the very least, perhaps I could help you understand where She might be coming from? If you wish to try, of course, that is.