He manages to eat, but it's slow going - his head and neck both hurt fiercely, and bringing his arm and hand up that far really brings home again that no matter how perfectly the Master Sword fit in his hand, how perfectly balanced it was, it was still a sword, and still had weight.

He might not have broken his right arm in the fight, but his muscles were overextended and strained.

Link gets a half dozen spoonfuls of the food - it could be spicier, but it's good anyways - before he simply can't pull the spoon and its meager weight back out.

He blinks at Mipha, then sighs and lets his head fall back against the support Otoh had put together to keep his head from aching too much more.