Link's distracted from the conversation happening in front of him by the guard moving in at his back. His body screams in pain as he's moved so he's leaning back against the guard's chest, but the man is rather efficient and he's able to relax completely instead of having to focus on keeping his battered body from falling over afterwards.

"Of course. The wagons are coming behind us." The healer had brought only a smallish bag, enough to triage Link's wounds, everything else was in her wagon and ready. But Mipha had already healed the worst of the damage.

"You have him fairy tonic? I have something for the nausea..." She opens her bag and finds a small bottle. "Here, Champion." She leans forward and Link drinks it - it tastes like not much at all, but the roiling of his stomach ceases. "Better?"

Link nods a little, then winces.

"Have you hit your head at some point?" He's not sure. It's likely, but he doesn't remember anything in particular.

"Maybe..."

"We'll have to check you for concussion, then, before we let you sleep. I know you want to rest, but we want to make sure you'll wake up from that sleep." She smiles at him, and he does his best to smile back. That makes sense. He needs to stay awake no matter what, then.