#her..........

It hurts- it's exhausting, and the pain of her patient's rebounds onto her. It leaves her shaky and breathless, but she pushes through. She finds cuts and bruises all over her body, she's constantly hungry, and the adults around her cluck at the worrying slowness of her growth. Slowly, her stamina builds, but it's still hard-- not to mention the mental burden of seeing so many sick and dying (or dead) patients day after day. She keeps going, of course. It would be selfish to give up when she's been blessed like this so she presses on.

And then she's a champion-- picked for her fighting abilities but nobody seems to remember that. She's pushed aside in battle, and even her father seems to forget she can fight. It's only reasonable, she's small, fragile looking-- she's the healer and yet...

When she fights in ruta, it's not her magic that protects her.

When Link comes for her a century later, she happily gifts it to him. She feels a sense of selfish relief when it leaves her body, knowing that she might be able to rest.

Until she is dragged back into the mortal realm time and time again, forced to heal his fatal wounds over and over again until she can barely even grit out her signature line for fear of her voice breaking. She's happy to help Link, but all she's ever done is help him and she just wants to rest.

Finally it's time to go, and she considers staying with him, it's her duty to protect him after all, but he lets her go, telling her to rest, enjoy her afterlife after a century of torment. She doesn't tell him that there is no afterlife, and instead her spirit and consciousness will cease to exist. She doesn't tell him that she loves him, the armour is enough of a statement.

buh. more fugirl

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