Link gasps as he's rolled, pain shooting through his neck and ribs and arm, but recovers long enough at least to breathe as deeply as he's able for Otoh to listen. She's quick, and soon helps Mipha lay him back down on his back and re-nestle him in the pillows and bean-sacks keeping him from moving much otherwise.

"It looks like if there was any internal damage, Mipha fixed it along with the gash in your side. You just have the broken ribs and the bruising. We'll have to wrap your chest tightly, and splint your arm and ankle. You'll also be off your feet until your ankle heals enough to bear your weight, at least three weeks, possibly more." They were going to be lucky to get three days rest from Link, though. They'd make the best that they could of it.

"There's no obvious fractures in your skull, either, but you might have damage to your neck. In the morning, Mipha can work on that, maybe, so you can at least sit up and look around. We'll keep you lying down tonight, though."

Link nods a little. Then he thinks of something and winces, a little. He glances from Mipha to Otoh and back again, cheeks flushed, not sure how to say - or sign what he needs. It's embarrassing, but... he has to go.

But he can't lay here and hold it forever. He looks to Otoh and signs, "I need to..." he hesitates, then winces his eyes shut, "I need to go."