The jar is easy to find. Mipha opens it and dips her fingers into the salve to collect a good amount. "It's a little cold," she warns, before picking a spot on one leg where the bruising is particularly bad and slowly introducing the balm to his skin. Spreading it out to cover the bulk of the discoloration, her hand and fingers are even and smooth as they massage the gel into his skin without pressing too hard on the tender injuries.

She repeats the process, working on each part of Link's legs in parallel with each other. Her hands move as softly and delicately as they do when she heals -- which, admittedly, is something she has to squash the urge to do upon seeing and feeling out his battered and discolored legs.

The undersides and his left ankle are tougher, if only because she's trying not to hurt him any more. Reaching around to the underside of his calves are the easiest without having to lift them much, and as she's holding them steady to finish covering the bruises there, she asks, "Does that feel any better?"