His breathing instantly gets less laborious as Mipha's magic starts to work through him - his ribs start to knit together, as does the deep wound on his side. It's slow going, but anything is better than what he had before. He rests his head on Daruk's shoulder and does his best to keep conscious. He's exhausted to his core, and his fingers and toes are chilly from blood loss.
But he keeps his eyes on Mipha's face as she works. He'd been sure, for a while, that she was gone forever. That what they had before was gone. But this is a second chance. A chance to fix his past mistakes, a chance to have what he had put off before. He nods then immediately winces as pain shoots up his neck.
Again, he lifts his hands, though, needing to communicate. "Sheikah are coming..." He'd told Impa he was going to the castle, and she had promised to have people sent to help them - though they had no idea if it would be just him, or him and Zelda, or just all of them and not him. He's glad now to know that they won't have to walk to somewhere, with only one horse between all of them. The giant stallion is big, but not that big. Even now, he's standing a few yards away, content to graze around the patches of burnt grass. He's none the worse for wear, thankfully.
As if sensing that Link is watching him, he lifts his head and snorts, tossing it a little, as if to say 'They've got you.' Link wants to dump out the contents of his pack and let the horse eat his fill, but he can't even do more than lift his hands. Apples, at least, when he could move again.
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But he keeps his eyes on Mipha's face as she works. He'd been sure, for a while, that she was gone forever. That what they had before was gone. But this is a second chance. A chance to fix his past mistakes, a chance to have what he had put off before. He nods then immediately winces as pain shoots up his neck.
Again, he lifts his hands, though, needing to communicate. "Sheikah are coming..." He'd told Impa he was going to the castle, and she had promised to have people sent to help them - though they had no idea if it would be just him, or him and Zelda, or just all of them and not him. He's glad now to know that they won't have to walk to somewhere, with only one horse between all of them. The giant stallion is big, but not that big. Even now, he's standing a few yards away, content to graze around the patches of burnt grass. He's none the worse for wear, thankfully.
As if sensing that Link is watching him, he lifts his head and snorts, tossing it a little, as if to say 'They've got you.' Link wants to dump out the contents of his pack and let the horse eat his fill, but he can't even do more than lift his hands. Apples, at least, when he could move again.