Mipha could tell his nightmares were out in full force. Between being in and out of consciousness herself, she was frequently awoken by a worrisome noise from Link or a shift of his limbs only to succumb to the tired pull behind her eyes and drift back to sleep with a hand on Link's forehead to try in vain to soothe him.
But this, she was not prepared for. Nor did she react quickly enough; the last thrall of sleep must have taken the strongest hold as she only managed to jolt awake and propel herself forward to yell, "Link!!" after he was already halfway out the wagon.
Scrambling to the edge and jumping out, she lets out a stream of worried oh, no, no, no, noises under her breath, the position he'd landed in not unlike having dropped like of a sack of bricks. Instantly and instinctively her hands take position over him and the weak light of dawn is accompanied by the faint blue glow of her healing magic.
"Oh, goodness, Link--" she says with a clearly distressed edge, before her head snaps up to the two Sheikah guards that ran over first. "Please, could you assist, he-- we need to get him off his leg--"
And off of the ground, and straightened out, and in a stable position and checked over again and healed and back in the wagon -- but one thing at a time. How could she not have noticed in time? He grabbed his sword first for heaven's sake.
She doesn't bother asking Link what happened or if he's alright - both answers are obvious - instead focusing on trying to combat the pain and reassure him through touch rather than words, while addressing the guards again. "Someone, please, call Otoh--" If she hadn't been alerted already.
no subject
But this, she was not prepared for. Nor did she react quickly enough; the last thrall of sleep must have taken the strongest hold as she only managed to jolt awake and propel herself forward to yell, "Link!!" after he was already halfway out the wagon.
Scrambling to the edge and jumping out, she lets out a stream of worried oh, no, no, no, noises under her breath, the position he'd landed in not unlike having dropped like of a sack of bricks. Instantly and instinctively her hands take position over him and the weak light of dawn is accompanied by the faint blue glow of her healing magic.
"Oh, goodness, Link--" she says with a clearly distressed edge, before her head snaps up to the two Sheikah guards that ran over first. "Please, could you assist, he-- we need to get him off his leg--"
And off of the ground, and straightened out, and in a stable position and checked over again and healed and back in the wagon -- but one thing at a time. How could she not have noticed in time? He grabbed his sword first for heaven's sake.
She doesn't bother asking Link what happened or if he's alright - both answers are obvious - instead focusing on trying to combat the pain and reassure him through touch rather than words, while addressing the guards again. "Someone, please, call Otoh--" If she hadn't been alerted already.