By the time LInk is back in the wagoon and laying down, he's sweaty and pale from the pain, but he hasn't made a noise or complained at all. This is on him, on his mind, it's his fault.

He lets Otoh rest her hand on his chest lightly, then explore his ribs, wincing as she hits a particularly painful spot - on the right side of his chest, one of the ones that had been broken during the fight. Whatever Mipha or the fairy tonic had done for the pain was gone now, it felt like he was being stabbed with each breath he took - but aside form the pain, there was no labor to his breathing.

She checks him, hands gentle - his head, his ankle, his arm, then says, "You're alright. Thankfully. How's your pain?"

"Worse than before I fell asleep, better than right after the fight." It was a five, maybe, on his pain scale, but he had a much higher tolerance than most.