Though Link was familiar with a wide variety of wounds and how to care for them - one may call it a benefit from being so reckless - he knew very little about burns. Among the things he knew about them, how to get burnt and how to avoid doing so were the most prominent. The rest was a mystery. He could tell just by looking at this stranger that the burns were bad, but he was unable to judge how bad.
Bad enough that the stranger might not survive if left like this, that much was evident.
But while the other held his gaze, he couldn’t keep himself from staring. He’d met a good amount of Sheikah since he had awoken. Most of the village, in fact, and he had never once noted anyone with eyes this vivid a shade of red. It was intriguing enough that Link couldn’t force himself into action until the other had looked away.
Once he did, however, he moved quickly. He had his bag in his lap in a heartbeat, rummaging through it for something, anything that could help. It took him nearly a minute to produce a hearty elixir from the depths of his bag, clutching it tightly while he moved his bag out of the way. That accomplished, the Hylian moved closer, uncorking the bottle.
He hesitated a moment, glancing at his bag, then offered it to the Sheikah. Surely this amount would be enough to at least allow the other to breathe? If not, Link was out of options - short of paying a visit to the domain, at least.
Gods. Damn it. If Sheik had the breath or the energy, he would have been cursing out loud at the pain he was in - but as it was, the coughs wracking his entire body were literally all he could currently manage. The minute that passed between them before the Hylian interacted again felt like an eternity to Sheik. When he noticed the motion out of the corner of his eye he forced himself to glance up again, and when he caught sight of the bottle he reached for it without a second thought.
Of course, the mere action of lifting one arm unbalanced him, and before he had a shot at actually taking the offered potion, he was falling back onto his face into the pool once again. For a moment he considered not attempting to right himself this time - he couldn’t imagine how things could possibly get worse from here, after all - but after a moment he thought better and pushed himself up again with a painful and embarrassingly loud grunt.
Still gasping for air - red from a wonderful combination of burns and sheepishness - Sheik once more reached for and took the bottle without so much as a word or another look in the Champion’s direction. He chugged it down as fast as he possibly could, not even bothering to taste it, and dropped the empty bottle right into the water the instant it was gone. Then he attempted to focus merely on two things while he waited for it to do its job - those being breathing, and staying upright. What little clothing hadn’t burned away was already soaked through, of course, but that didn’t mean Sheik had any desire to be submerged yet again. In fact, as soon as the potion kicked in he was going to make his way to land again - even if he had to do it crawling on all fours.
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