The healer, who looked away when she realized what Link signed, is carefully looking away, sitting at the far side of the wagon and staring out at the road as it unspools behind them. Link's horse is following of his own accord, the guards apparently having given up on trying to catch him.
She finds Link's pack, and there's a few apples in the bottom. They're bruised and a bit squishy, but she cuts one in half and tosses it out the back of the wagon towards the horse. He notices instantly, pausing to pick it up in his big mouth before he trots closer to the wagon, head held high, crunching his apple as he looks for more.
Link smiles and brings her hand down towards his chest, pressing her palm against his heart. But he's exhausted, mentally, physically, and any way it's possible to be exhausted. He releases her hand and signs, awkwardly, "I'm going to sleep... Join me?"
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Date: 2017-04-17 02:34 am (UTC)She finds Link's pack, and there's a few apples in the bottom. They're bruised and a bit squishy, but she cuts one in half and tosses it out the back of the wagon towards the horse. He notices instantly, pausing to pick it up in his big mouth before he trots closer to the wagon, head held high, crunching his apple as he looks for more.
Link smiles and brings her hand down towards his chest, pressing her palm against his heart. But he's exhausted, mentally, physically, and any way it's possible to be exhausted. He releases her hand and signs, awkwardly, "I'm going to sleep... Join me?"