"Sorry," he mouths, but doesn't lift his hands to try to keep signing. He looks up as Revali moves in closer, eyeing him warily, before the Rito says, "I'll go find them and lead them in." Then he steps back and leaps into the air in a rush of wind and feathers. He circles once over them then soars away, heading south.
He blinks slowly. He's tired, and the adrenaline is starting to wear out, and he's starting to tremble all over from the exertion. He has food in his pack, something to boost his energy, get something back in his stomach, but he can't even lift his hands anymore, let alone get one behind his back.
Instead, he looks to Zelda. She's still watching him worriedly, not caring at all that she was getting muddy and was currently shivering.
His attention is drawn back to Mipha as she leans in, though, and he manages to focus on her for a long few seconds. "Tired," he manages to get out, though his voice is almost completely gone, and blinks again, struggling to keep his eyes from closing all the way and letting the exhaustion claim him.
Still, her fingers along the damaged armor has him paying attention as best as he can. Both the plate and the chainmail beneath are shattered, the sheer force of Ganon's blows enough to break even the solid steel in only a few hits. His legs are better, the lighter ancient armor doing a better job at deflecting and absorbing blows than the plate had. He'll have to remember that for the future... if he even needs to.
"Can I give him some water?" Zelda asks, scooting forward to find the bottle Link kept lashed to his belt. She unhooks it, her fingers deft, then looks to Mipha to make sure it's alright.
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Date: 2017-04-04 03:41 pm (UTC)He blinks slowly. He's tired, and the adrenaline is starting to wear out, and he's starting to tremble all over from the exertion. He has food in his pack, something to boost his energy, get something back in his stomach, but he can't even lift his hands anymore, let alone get one behind his back.
Instead, he looks to Zelda. She's still watching him worriedly, not caring at all that she was getting muddy and was currently shivering.
His attention is drawn back to Mipha as she leans in, though, and he manages to focus on her for a long few seconds. "Tired," he manages to get out, though his voice is almost completely gone, and blinks again, struggling to keep his eyes from closing all the way and letting the exhaustion claim him.
Still, her fingers along the damaged armor has him paying attention as best as he can. Both the plate and the chainmail beneath are shattered, the sheer force of Ganon's blows enough to break even the solid steel in only a few hits. His legs are better, the lighter ancient armor doing a better job at deflecting and absorbing blows than the plate had. He'll have to remember that for the future... if he even needs to.
"Can I give him some water?" Zelda asks, scooting forward to find the bottle Link kept lashed to his belt. She unhooks it, her fingers deft, then looks to Mipha to make sure it's alright.