The healer shifts around in her shelves and drawers, and comes out with another bottle. "Here, Champion. This should help with the pain but not numb you completely." She dips the bottle against a piece of cloth, then lifts it to his mouth. "I'm going to rub this against your gums. It's difficult to not choke a person on drinking something that can't lift this head and is also in the back of a moving wagon."

Link hums again then opens his mouth, allowing her to press the soaked cloth against his gums. It takes only a few seconds and he closes his eyes with a sigh of relief. His eyes flutter closed, but she's right: the pain is lesser, now, but he's not heavy with sleep.

He watches Mipha instead of the healer. She's well within his line of sight now, but her hands are both dry and warm. Not slightly clammy, as he remembers, but dry. "You should... take care of yourself, too," he croaks. What's he going to do if she gets sick? Probably not die, but he doesn't want to risk losing her again. He's already lost her once and gotten her back.

"He's right," the healer says, working carefully to remove Link's helmet, one hand on the back of his head, feeling as she goes for any bleeding or fractures. "You've healed the worst of it already, what I can do will be enough until you've had a chance to recover."