Prison Blues | [Link, Kafei]
It was difficult to keep track of time in the little cell when the only window was a tiny little square near the ceiling. Even if it hadn't been too small for Link to squeeze through, it was lined with iron bars. He couldn't even reach to pull himself up towards it, not with a broken arm and a bad ankle.
For the most part he was healing, but those two injuries persisted despite his many days spent doing naught but resting. Link was mildly concerned that his arm wouldn't heal straight, but what did it matter if he was to be hung anyway?
He let the hours tick by, nestled into the corner of the cell, as far from the ominous iron door as he could possibly be. Link dreamed of the window of his cell widening, a girl with fiery red hair possibly coming to visit him despite everything he'd put her through.














