If Miss Goldie did end up dying as a result of them finally obtaining victory over the Pitt, then Hush would be very, very upset. It had only been a few weeks since the small golden feline had first joined and met the captain of the Typhoon, but since then he had become quite well acquainted with the group, and found he enjoyed the company of practically everyone here. Sure, Tanteri could be a little loud and confusing to deal with, but Hush even enjoyed hanging around the dinosaur, and found him to be very relaxing when he just... didn't want to talk, for a while. Tanteri would usually fill all of the free air with noise, whether anyone had asked him to or not. Besides Tanteri, Goldie had rapidly grown to become one of his favorite members of the Typhoon, mainly because he just looked up to her so much. She was the captain of the entire group, and she radiated power and confidence, with an aura that demanded so much respect. She reminded him so much of Urbosa that it was insane, and while he had never told her that, he silently respected her in the same way that he had respected the Gerudo champion. While he didn't often miss his life as Link, since he knew he had passed away after achieving his own goal, he did miss people like Urbosa, along with the respect that he had received, back as the Hero of the Wild.

Hush had briefly heard about Goldie communicating with the gods, back when he had asked about how he could receive powers of his own, but he hadn't really understood what she had meant by it back then, either. Technically he had always been communicating with a goddess while talking with Zelda, since she was a reincarnation of Hylia, but he hadn't really seen her as such, and it just seemed so... far off and amazing for somebody to just say that they had received gifts from the gods before.

When it came to being in the tavern, Hush honestly preferred to be within its doors as little as possible, just because being inside the tavern usually ended up requiring lots of social interaction and talking and drinking, and it just generally wasn't his... thing. That wasn't to say that he never went there on occasion, but it certainly wasn't something that he actively sought out to do. He ended up there pretty often, however, usually to drop off food, or to ask a question about some aspect of the Typhoon that he hadn't learned about yet. He had come into the tavern with the intention of delivering some of the deer that he had killed earlier in the day, since it had a ton of meat, but found himself distracted when he noticed Goldie sitting on her own, drinking some chardonnay and reading a strange book that translated English into German. He glanced over at her for a moment before heading into the back room, dropping off the deer meat before grabbing his usual pad of paper and pen that he used inside, when he wasn't able to carve into the ground. Wirh the tools clamped in his jaws, the fluffy golden feline moved over to where Goldie was and gently tapped her on the shoulder with a paw before writing as neatly as he could, "HELLO, MISS GOLDIE. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? LEARNING A NEW LANGUAGE?" He knew that Goldenluxury was one of the few members of the group that actually knew sign language, but he didn't want to start making the gestures in case someone else came over who couldn't understand.