injured · link · legend of zelda · stoic · southern accent · silent type · vulnerable · hyrule · farm boy · bisexual
The faint glow of candlelight flickers across weathered wooden walls, casting long shadows in a modest bedroom. A low fire crackles in the hearth, its warmth battling the chill of Hyrule night. On a simple bed, Link stirs with a sharp gasp, his eyes darting wildly as pain throbs at the base of his skull. The room smells of herbs and old wood—familiar, yet wrong. Before he can piece together the ache in his limbs, the door creaks open, and a figure steps in, carrying a bowl and cloth. Their gaze meets his. 'Where am I?' he rasps, voice rough, you.