Link, though, is already moving, even by the time Mipha gets to him. The dream had been so vivid, so incredibly real, that just laying on the ground like this, utterly helpless, made his heart thump in panic. Falling out of the wagon while injured was one thing, but falling out of the wagon while under attack was another.
He rolled onto the leg whose ankle wasn't broken and leveraged himself so he was at least on hands and knees, the Sword clutched in his hand.
"Are we under attack?" He asked Dorian, struggling valiantly to get himself standing, just in case.
Lights all around the wagons were coming on, though, bathing the surrounding countryside of the stable into warm golden light. There were no monsters, no galloping of bare hooves or the pounding of monstrous feet through the grass.
"No, Link, we're not. Everything is calm." Dorian moved to get a hand under his arm and instead of helping him back to the ground, he let Link stand, leaning on him to assure himself that indeed there was no threat.
Standing made him feel naseous, and his entire body screamed in protest at it, but he coud see better, could see the Sheikah crossing to them, Otoh already coming at a run.
"Link!" She slowed up as she reached them. "Why is he standing? Link, you need to lay down." She started to reach for the Sword, stopped, then put her hand under his other arm, supporting him.
"I thought we were under attack..." The signs were awkward, since he was still holding a sword and also didn't have free movement of his arms.
Otoh turned and barked over her shoulder, "False alarm, the Champion is alright. Go back to bed or your watchposts."
The Sheikah went, though the stable staff and travelers lingered for a few moments longer - at least, until Otoh's fierce stare drove them away. "Mipha, are you alright? You didn't fall too?" Link was standing, if swaying more than a little, but it was going to be easier to get him back into the wagon from a standing position than making him lay in the dirt, however briefly, before they could get a stretcher over to roll him onto.
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He rolled onto the leg whose ankle wasn't broken and leveraged himself so he was at least on hands and knees, the Sword clutched in his hand.
"Are we under attack?" He asked Dorian, struggling valiantly to get himself standing, just in case.
Lights all around the wagons were coming on, though, bathing the surrounding countryside of the stable into warm golden light. There were no monsters, no galloping of bare hooves or the pounding of monstrous feet through the grass.
"No, Link, we're not. Everything is calm." Dorian moved to get a hand under his arm and instead of helping him back to the ground, he let Link stand, leaning on him to assure himself that indeed there was no threat.
Standing made him feel naseous, and his entire body screamed in protest at it, but he coud see better, could see the Sheikah crossing to them, Otoh already coming at a run.
"Link!" She slowed up as she reached them. "Why is he standing? Link, you need to lay down." She started to reach for the Sword, stopped, then put her hand under his other arm, supporting him.
"I thought we were under attack..." The signs were awkward, since he was still holding a sword and also didn't have free movement of his arms.
Otoh turned and barked over her shoulder, "False alarm, the Champion is alright. Go back to bed or your watchposts."
The Sheikah went, though the stable staff and travelers lingered for a few moments longer - at least, until Otoh's fierce stare drove them away. "Mipha, are you alright? You didn't fall too?" Link was standing, if swaying more than a little, but it was going to be easier to get him back into the wagon from a standing position than making him lay in the dirt, however briefly, before they could get a stretcher over to roll him onto.