Pouring her power into one hand, Mipha murmurs a 'thank you' to the other princess as she carefully handles the bottles with her other hand and places them on the ground beside her. She's happy the fairies didn't sense his injuries as fatal to be freed.
Wordlessly, she makes eye contact with him as she prepares to open the large bottle, giving a short nod to indicate she's about to do so. She knows the pain's going to return full-force once she wanes her power and opens the bottle as swiftly as possible. The soothing vibe from her hands vanishes, but once Mipha uncorks the large bottle it's replaced by the healing remedy from each released fairy circling Link.
The first thing she does once the fairies' magic dissipates is check the gouge on his side, and likes what she finds. "This wound has stopped bleeding," she says with audible relief, giving a wider smile first to Link and then to Zelda. The gash side isn't exactly pretty, but any blood left is only from drying and staining. His ribs aren't nearly perfect, either, but she's confident enough they won't get worse upon transport.
Before she moves to check on and further heal his broken arm, Mipha holds the sweet-smelling bottle of tonic in her hands and hesitates with her query. "How are you feeling now?"
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Wordlessly, she makes eye contact with him as she prepares to open the large bottle, giving a short nod to indicate she's about to do so. She knows the pain's going to return full-force once she wanes her power and opens the bottle as swiftly as possible. The soothing vibe from her hands vanishes, but once Mipha uncorks the large bottle it's replaced by the healing remedy from each released fairy circling Link.
The first thing she does once the fairies' magic dissipates is check the gouge on his side, and likes what she finds. "This wound has stopped bleeding," she says with audible relief, giving a wider smile first to Link and then to Zelda. The gash side isn't exactly pretty, but any blood left is only from drying and staining. His ribs aren't nearly perfect, either, but she's confident enough they won't get worse upon transport.
Before she moves to check on and further heal his broken arm, Mipha holds the sweet-smelling bottle of tonic in her hands and hesitates with her query. "How are you feeling now?"