#(don't think link has /quite/ registered mipha/waterblight ganon and what that MEANS iwillsavethatforalaterdrabble-)

[windsofcourage]

HE HADN'T LET GO OF her hand save the few spare moments he had to — & . then only to ghost his palm against the back of her shoulder . first , guiding through the coda corridors / shifting past glowing ruins / squeezing through patterned corridors . then , OUT INTO THE TWILIGHT where the sun bleared . link squinted , raising his free hand to shield from the glaring horizon line . shadows cast long across the path , falling dizzyingly into focus . better THAT than the inside of that blasted tower at any rate .

STILL , HE MARCHED ONWARD , feeling the weight of her hand in his hand around a numb palm & . the prickling in his fingertips . the cityscape shifted — & . link was used to that by now . the way the roads twisted & . the back alleys turned — like stumbling over forgotten things / floors & . steel blade slick with the waters that dripped off the hovering blight's horned - helm . HE DIDN'T REALLY KNOW WHERE THEY WERE GOING / where he was taking her / knew it didn't matter / circling back to ragtime way was E A S Y irregardless of whether he could feel his own feet ( were they his feet ? ) on the ground . as long as they were safe , he didn't care .

WHAT EXACTLY COUNTED AS "SAFE" , HERE ?

the best he could offer was familiar .

SO HE PRESSED ONWARD . at least long enough until the rising tomb tower was far behind them . taking the dead with it . until the familiar sights of ragtime way's pavilion sprawled around them . HERE , at least link knew where he was going . roughly speaking , anyways . it did not ease the rattling in his bones the way he'd have liked it to — but having slowed his step and swept his sights over the perimeter , he NODDED SLIGHT anyhow .

it would just have to suffice .

THE SILENCE BREAKS . link heard his own voice a beat delayed .

❝  — . . . you okay? ❞

@silentaura / omerta nostra