Compared to the pace at which they initially assessed his injuries, hearing her say that—with a smile, no less—is refreshing and relieving. Despite not being out of the proverbial woods just yet, things are looking considerably more optimistic; the wounds most likely hidden underneath his armor may be serious, but are as treatable as the rest of them, with two competent healers and time.

Mipha smiles and nods pointedly at the other healer, acknowledging and agreeing to the plan. When she's ready to, they carefully maneuver around Link in the back of the wagon to switch places. Kneeling close to him with her legs to the side, she takes one look at his face and lets out a long-awaited sigh of relief.

"This is one time I can't chide you for being reckless, is it?" Her tone was meant to be entirely light-hearted and teasing, but it's also laced with tiredness. "You came away with wound upon wound...but victorious, and alive."

She tries to fight the urge to mimic the gesture the healer had been comforting Link with, but ultimately fails the longer she looks at him. Her hand brushes away some stray strands stuck to the side of his face before resting on the edge of his forehead, webbed fingers hidden in his hair. "Whatever else there is...we'll take good care of you. ...You more than deserve the rest you've been pining for."