Mipha's hand is on his chest, Dorian's hand under one arm, and Otoh's hand under the other. The Sword is calm in his hand, not lit with Evil's Bane.
Everyone's alright.
Slowly, he lets out a breath, grip slackening on the Sword and letting the tip hit the soft dirt. Otoh reaches to take it, and he lets her. It lets her. It, like her and like Mipha, seems to know that he's in no shape to be doing much of anything, and especially not holding it.
"Let's get you back up in the wagon, Link." He nods. Otoh moves to rest the Sword against the back of the wagon, and carefully, she and Dorian help him turn.
"I'll get my arms under him," she said. Link, try and put your arm over my shoulder. Mipha, get his legs." Link manages it, with a wince and hiss of pain, and the hand over her shoulder clenches, skin going white. He's biting back nausea from his head, and pain from his ribs and ankle, but he's not about to complain.
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Everyone's alright.
Slowly, he lets out a breath, grip slackening on the Sword and letting the tip hit the soft dirt. Otoh reaches to take it, and he lets her. It lets her. It, like her and like Mipha, seems to know that he's in no shape to be doing much of anything, and especially not holding it.
"Let's get you back up in the wagon, Link." He nods. Otoh moves to rest the Sword against the back of the wagon, and carefully, she and Dorian help him turn.
"I'll get my arms under him," she said. Link, try and put your arm over my shoulder. Mipha, get his legs." Link manages it, with a wince and hiss of pain, and the hand over her shoulder clenches, skin going white. He's biting back nausea from his head, and pain from his ribs and ankle, but he's not about to complain.