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The Champions are alive. Their souls freed from the Divine Beasts, their bodies from the Calamity. Link's injured, bleeding freely from a gouge along his ribs - and several of those are broken besides, but he's still on his feet, sword in his hand still alight with energy. He looks them over: Revali, Urbossa, Zelda, Daruk... Mipha.

He's exhausted. Even with their help, Ganon had not gone down easy. It had been hours of fighting and then so long on horseback with broken ribs, every draw of the Bow of Light excruciating. He's exhausted physically, and mentally, and he's not sure what's keeping him on his feet. Maybe just the stubborn refusal to collapse.

He's shed his helmet already, and he wants to sheathe his sword, but just the idea of lifting his arm makes him more tired - his arm feels like lead, he might have broken his arm as well...

Link smiles weakly. His voice is gone - dry and hoarse, so instead he just smiles and bobs his head. He's glad they're alright, he's glad Ganon is gone, but if they'll excuse him, he needs to sit down. Or maybe collapse.

His legs start to go, and it's Daruk who gets to him first, lowering him gently to the thick grass, trampled and scorched and muddy. "Easy, buddy," he says, bracing Link semi-upright.

"Are you alright, Link?" That's Zelda, hurrying to him. He's glad to see she's unhurt after her ordeal. Her dress is clean, though her sandals and feet are muddied. He nods, though he really definitely isn't alright. But he's alive, and they're alive, and Ganon is dead - or at least gone.

He looks up, past Daruk and Zelda, to Mipha. She's fine as well. He finally takes his hand off the hilt of his sword and signs - his arms are jelly, but they're stronger than his voice, "I'm really tired." He sags against Daruk. The Goron is warm even if he's a bit too hard to be comfortable to lean against. His hands fall into his lap and he blinks tiredly. He's not sure even Mipha - if she's even strong enough yet - will be able to heal all this, but he doesn't care. He has time to recover.

Date: 2017-06-01 05:51 am (UTC)
miphasgrace: (of six) (The Chosen One)
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Having kept tabs his progress out of the side of her eye as she ate portions of her own meal, she gently puts her hand underneath his arm once it gives out so it won't just drop to the floor. It was a little painful to watch, and with a hidden sigh she chides herself for letting it happen, even if it was to give him have some fraction of autonomy in his weakened state.

Mipha looks into the bowl and finds that despite his trouble, he ate more than she did. Though she could admit that her own worries were eating away at her, instead.

"I'm sorry. I know this is difficult..." she says, quieter even than usual. With his spoon, she slowly mixes around what he has left and scoops as many morsels of the meat as she can fit on the spoon. "I know how much you hate being laid up like this."

Date: 2017-06-04 02:35 am (UTC)
miphasgrace: (Everything's Better with Sparkles)
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She holds out the meat-filled spoon for him, any reply delayed but acknowledged with a lopsided smile as though she's trying not to chuckle at his comment about earning his right. She couldn't have said it better herself.

The expression does break when when he mentions Sidon, her head dipping with a humor-filled breath as she looks at the bowl again to continue to aid him with eating. Still, it's another pause before she musters up a reply, worries of a different nature going around in her mind.

"You have seen our father, haven't you?" It's rhetorical and joking, tilting her head to him knowing full well he's making light on purpose. Even so, it's part of something that's been bothering her as well. "...I know, though. To even be able to think of...of actually being able to return to everyone is......" She trails off, looking at him with glistening eyes that should tell him what she means.

Date: 2017-06-05 04:30 am (UTC)
miphasgrace: (Spoiled Sweet)
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It's music to her ears, hearing him laugh despite lying prone, in pain and injured. She sets to filling another spoonful, smile wider and eyes a little more wet. The festival she was only somewhat aware of, spurred by her spiritual connection through her celebrated trident. It's what she's missed in the meantime that has her eager yet anxious.

"As I readied Vah Ruta...I looked out over the Domain and wished so badly to be able to see them again...one last time." Holding up the spoon again once he's ready, she very briefly looks toward the wagon's curtains, then to Zelda, and back to him. Zora being so long-lived, reuniting with her loved ones, though older, is something some of the other Champions won't get to share.

Aloud, though, she doesn't say so. "And now it will be neither just once, nor my last. Thanks to you...you and Princess Zelda." Link might have to prepare for that festival to change to include him, no matter how much he tries to downplay it...

Date: 2017-06-11 10:40 pm (UTC)
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She knew a reaction like this was coming, even if the denial is a little more emphatic than expected. Still, as little as she's sure he wants to dwell on it, hearing him cast himself in such a light stirs something in Mipha that makes her want to get her point across.

"...We Champions fell against the Blights despite everything we gave. Princess Zelda saved you from a fate to match ours, all those years ago... And when you awoke, despite losing everything you had...you set out to help Hyrule again. To help our people, to help us...who you did not even remember.

"And you succeeded. To boil all of that down to a few swings of your sword, or yourself down to such a shell, is..." She trails off for a minute, eyes downcast. "I am not saying these things as hollow flattery or praise... I saw what such a horrible burden did to you. I only want you to know how proud you've made us, Link. Neither you, nor Princess Zelda, are defined by what fate or the Goddess decided to lay out for you."

After years of holding back her true feelings even before the Calamity took her away, she felt an unfamiliar push to be forthcoming for once instead of dancing around her feelings. Though their earlier mutual admissions of love certainly helped, too...

But it's more than she usually can ever say on such matters, and she knows it, and doesn't want to over-push an issue he struggles with. Mipha sheepishly hangs her head with a visible tint to her cheeks, letting the silence stretch as she scrapes the spoon against the bowl to gather up the last of the food he'd left. "I am proud of you, Link, not what ties you to the legends."

Date: 2017-06-18 08:15 pm (UTC)
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It was his offer that finally made her look up from the bowl, its lumped contents uselessly reformed multiple times after their silence and Link's words. She stilled, then, eyes wide and mouth parted and just as blind to any trace of awareness of the others in the wagon as he was as she blinked several times in rapid succession. Of all things, it wasn't the offer itself that shocked her the most, but hearing Link admit to home ownership. It would've been enough to incite a good-natured laugh at the thought had his offer not been so...heartwarmingly serious.

The decision of what to do once things settled down was weighing on the forefront of her mind, even before Link had suggested she make her return after he was sufficiently healed. She knew how her family and her people would react to her return and she knew her own emotional calling just as well. Yet being united with Link...had been her heart's calling long since before they were both chosen for their roles in the Calamity.

She supposed being granted these possibilities after so long is what has her torn in the first place.

But...it was as Link said. After everything's settled. After they, their people, Hyrule has had time to process and Link and the Champions could come to their own conclusions without this jumbled mess being so fresh. And it's when her subconscious acts before she can even think; her expression trembling and eyes glossy and hand reaching for his own as the surprise melts away to reveal her gentle smile again - that's when she knew that the answer had already been decided despite the contrary thoughts running through her mind.

Her voice is low and soft and nearly a whisper, and it's all but written on her face before she can even muster the brief but heavy words. "...I'd love that."

Date: 2017-06-22 04:41 am (UTC)
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Mipha's a bit unsure if his stilted reaction was because of her, or her answer, or embarrassment. Setting the bowl to the side altogether, she reaches out further to cup the side of his face and bows her head to look at him under his bangs, making eye contact. As reassurance. For both of them, even.

"As though I would ever say no..." She brushes part of his side-bangs out of the way as she slowly pulls away, face still conspicuously clouded with emotion. Though trying to make light after the apparent scare she'd given him, the laugh her recollection summons gets likewise trapped in her throat. "After all...you had accepted the armor...hadn't you?"

Date: 2017-06-26 02:45 am (UTC)
miphasgrace: (Spoiled Sweet)
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She doesn't notice how much it brightens her smile when Link speaks, yet it happens without fail every time she hears his voice. With a bit of recognition, she nods.

"I knew you had it... They--" The fact that her family parted with it after so long, after she'd communicated to them when they sent it adrift down the river and they created the festival in turn, warmed her heart tenfold. And no matter how badly she wanted it to be of real use to Link, she can hardly fault him for keeping it in the way that he did. "Though I am glad they gave it to you. I am glad you could keep it somewhere you cherish."
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Mipha only notes their departure from her peripheral, not consciously aware through her focus on Link. She wants to say how much she'd wanted him to use it, how much it meant to her that her family could part with what is essentially a piece of her...

But she knows if it were the opposite, she couldn't bear to wear down Link's weapons when they would be the only thing left.

She closes her eyes, taking her unoccupied hands and laying them over his arm, leaving the past and what-if thoughts unspoken. Instead, she takes up his mantle of being left speechless with emotion until finally, she opens her eyes and looks into his again. "...I suppose you have something better than that, now."

Date: 2017-07-26 12:42 am (UTC)
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A hand goes over her mouth to stifle a laugh, coming out as a rather undignified snort. "Yes, of course. What you were waiting for all along..."

Jokes. It felt so long since they were able to joke, to smile almost carefree like when they were kids. Mipha didn't just gain her life back, she's getting the wish that she shared with Link a hundred years ago as they sat atop Vah Ruta. To start going back to how things used to be between them.

With a grin to match his, she kept both hands out to help him smoothly back down into a comfortable position. In truth, she wasn't as hungry as she probably should be, but picked up her bowl again at his suggestion. It's cold by now, but that was fine - Zora rarely cooked their food. Despite her lack of hunger, and despite her manners, as soon as she breaks eye contact by tipping the bowl toward her and giving her sharp shark teeth a workout.

Okay, so she just wanted to finish quickly. It's been a while since Link hadn't eyed her leftovers and she didn't want to leave any meat in the vicinity.

Date: 2017-08-04 01:50 am (UTC)
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Mipha could tell his nightmares were out in full force. Between being in and out of consciousness herself, she was frequently awoken by a worrisome noise from Link or a shift of his limbs only to succumb to the tired pull behind her eyes and drift back to sleep with a hand on Link's forehead to try in vain to soothe him.

But this, she was not prepared for. Nor did she react quickly enough; the last thrall of sleep must have taken the strongest hold as she only managed to jolt awake and propel herself forward to yell, "Link!!" after he was already halfway out the wagon.

Scrambling to the edge and jumping out, she lets out a stream of worried oh, no, no, no, noises under her breath, the position he'd landed in not unlike having dropped like of a sack of bricks. Instantly and instinctively her hands take position over him and the weak light of dawn is accompanied by the faint blue glow of her healing magic.

"Oh, goodness, Link--" she says with a clearly distressed edge, before her head snaps up to the two Sheikah guards that ran over first. "Please, could you assist, he-- we need to get him off his leg--"

And off of the ground, and straightened out, and in a stable position and checked over again and healed and back in the wagon -- but one thing at a time. How could she not have noticed in time? He grabbed his sword first for heaven's sake.

She doesn't bother asking Link what happened or if he's alright - both answers are obvious - instead focusing on trying to combat the pain and reassure him through touch rather than words, while addressing the guards again. "Someone, please, call Otoh--" If she hadn't been alerted already.

Date: 2017-08-10 08:48 pm (UTC)
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Her hands have trouble keeping up, frantically trying to hold onto him as he continued to panic, eventually coming to a rest on his chest as the others take the brunt of holding him up. Feeling his heart still beating so fast alarmed Mipha, imagining what must have been running through his mind for the reality to be so drastically different as his eyes dart around the campsite and take in the calm.

She doesn't know whether the resulting look on his face comes from the nightmare, the realization, or the effects of standing far too soon for his condition - or all of the above.

It doesn't hit her that she's been breathing hard until the question is asked, letting herself tear her gaze away from Link only by closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "No, I am fine, I--" She swallows, shaking her head, splaying out her fingers that were beginning to clench over his chest. "I couldn't... I'd awoken too late, he jumped out so quickly..."

The last part is punctuated by turning to Otoh and shaking her head again. They can heal physical wounds, yes, but invisible trauma of the mind is another beast entirely. She knows the sword is still clenched in his hand and she's trying to keep his swaying to a minimum, but in truth she's only just shaken off the fog from her weary and sleep-addled brain herself.

She's not going to go back to sleep.

"Everyone's alright," she says as she turns back to him, one of her hands softly stroking in place. Including you, she would have added, had the pain not been so apparent in his posture and the need to get him lying down again urgent.

Date: 2017-08-21 12:08 am (UTC)
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Nodding, her fingertips press ever so slightly into his chest before she pulls away and bends down. "Hold on, Link," she murmurs, having caught sight of his current discomfort and knowing it has to get worse before it gets better again.

She moves in tandem with the others, readily taking hold and swinging his legs up as Otoh and Dorian handle the rest of him. There's really no way to do it gingerly, and even the most careful movements they're making are surely causing him great pain. Mipha takes care to keep his broken ankle steady in addition to holding the weight of his legs.

It's worse for him than it is for them, but hopefully back in the wagon he stays. The last thing his recovery needs to be is one step forward and two steps back.

The way they're positioned, lifting and backing Link into the carriage, Mipha's tall enough to hold his legs up and inside but too short to simultaneously climb up and join them.

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