Link nodded, lip curling slightly as he looked down at the gash on the Once-ler's leg. He began wrapping it gently but snugly. There had been plenty of times he himself had been scraped up, ambushed by moblins in a valley in Hyrule Field or caught off guard by something more sinister. It was too bad they didn't have water or alcohol to wash the wounds, but... This was a hospital, right? Maybe they would be tended to? It was an optimistic, if not unrealistic sentiment.
"I don't know. But he will get his. I swear it to Farore," Link murmured in response to the Once-ler's comment on keeping children locked up here. The Hylian didn't consider himself a child. He had seen the world, saved the world, and had grown up in the process. There was a seriousness about him now. He had changed. He wasn't a farm boy anymore.
Link wasn't sure how he thought about it just yet, though.
Finishing with the Once-ler's leg, he started on the wound across his torso. He agreed with Sora. The implied "cure" could come later. Right now, they needed to keep these two, and potentially others, from bleeding out.
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"I don't know. But he will get his. I swear it to Farore," Link murmured in response to the Once-ler's comment on keeping children locked up here. The Hylian didn't consider himself a child. He had seen the world, saved the world, and had grown up in the process. There was a seriousness about him now. He had changed. He wasn't a farm boy anymore.
Link wasn't sure how he thought about it just yet, though.
Finishing with the Once-ler's leg, he started on the wound across his torso. He agreed with Sora. The implied "cure" could come later. Right now, they needed to keep these two, and potentially others, from bleeding out.