This was for the femslash100 prompt of "better" on DW.
Zelda pressed the wet cloth to Impa's face, her eyes never leaving the woman below her. Her dark skin had gone an unnatural shade of pale, and her breathing was hard. The heavy sound of the warrior trying to force air into her lungs echoed through Zelda's ears.
"I can take care of myself," Zelda had said with a smile back before the battle. "You just need to focus on capturing keeps."
She had thought Impa had listened, up unto the moment when Zelda waited for the sting of a sword that never reached her skin.
Standing up, Zelda went to get more bandages. It felt wrong leaving Impa behind, but it would only be for a few minutes.
"Thank you," she finally said, her eyes shifting from the tent's opening and back to Impa on the floor.
Perhaps Impa heard, or perhaps not.
"Don't worry, Impa. You'll recover soon."