Finishing the rub on his left calf, she hesitates to let it down in place where it was. Instead she looks around the back of the wagon for a sack or pillow that wasn't being used in Link's makeshift bed and slides it underneath to pillow his ankle.

"We can keep it elevated, at least..." Judging from his wince, tightly bandaging it doesn't seem like a good idea without stable ground, now that his armor's off and not compressing the injury.

Mipha stays where she is, putting the jar of balm to the side and keeping his leg and the pillow steady. "His arm will need to be set, too," she remembers. She can tell the same as the healer's thinking and knows the rest of his armor isn't coming off yet. The only visible part of his torso that she can see is where the armor had failed along his ribs, and aside from the messily sealed gouge there's not much to tell.