After the knightly excursion of the visitor dressed in green, life at Lon Lon Ranch had gotten much easier for Malon. Out of fear Ganondorf would punish him for making such a foolish deal with a stranger, Ingo's demeanor had become much more passive. Her father had eventually come back to the ranch after hearing of this and quickly took over responsibilities, seeming to finally take his work and duties seriously. Things are slowly becoming normal once again, and all because of... because of the man who now appears to limping painfully up the hill towards her.
"Fairy Boy!" Malon cried as she ran towards her injured friend, "Are you okay, what happened!"
"Hey Malon," Fairy Boy replied, clutching his side, "It's fine-ergh!- just a small burn. Nothing much."
"Nothing much! Look at you! Come with me! Now!" she held him up her shoulder and led him into her house.
"Take off your tunic." she instructed forcefully.
"My, uh, what?"
"Your tunic, I have to tend to your wounds."
"My wou- oh!" he did as he was told, taking his sword off his shoulder, followed by his shoes and his arm braces. wincing in the process. He finally undid his belt and stripped himself of his tunic, leaving him only in dirty trousers. Malon noticed how muscular and lean he had become over past seven years, just before seeing the much more urgent note of the hideous red scar coming down the left side of his chest, boils poking through the skin.
"Ah, I'll um, get some ointment, you can have a seat on the crate," she gestured to the box of milk before leaving the room. This was certainly a surprise, it's was years since the last time she spoke to her fairy-friendly gentlemen, and now he appears out of the blue, saving her ranch and taking her favorite horse, then showing up again a couple weeks later injured and needing care. Malon felt a twinge of irritation for a lack of explanation. She found the bottle she was looking for and walked hurriedly into the cucco room.
Fairy Boy was where she left him, sitting on a crate while breathing deeply and slowly. He looked up at her expectantly when she walked in.
"I'm going to put this on the burn, okay" she said, "It might hurt a little, but it'll be better for you in the long run." He took a deep breath and nodded. She knelt over him and poured some of the goopy red liquid on her hands. Fairy Boy cringed when her hand made contact with his skin, but he calmed down eventually as she continued to rub the mixture on him.
"So, Fairy Boy, you mind me asking on what gave you this particularly nasty burn of yours?" she inquired.
"I was, well, um, I had some trouble in the mountains."
"In the mountains? Death Mountain? Why the hell'd you go up there?"
He seemed surprised by the bluntness of her words, "Well I have some Goron friends there who needed some help, so I, uh, gave them a hand."
"A hand that somehow ended up in you burning half your torso off?"
"Basically, yeah," he gave out a pained laugh. She smiled a bit and dug her hand a bit into his side for a satisfying grunt from her patient. "What was that for!?"
"Oh, nothing, so what was it, exactly? Hot geyser? Lava pit? Fire-breathing rock man?" she asked.
"Dragon, actually." Malon's hand tensed up, an expression of awe dawning upon her face,
"You saw a dragon!? It could breath fire!? You fought it, didn't you!? Fairy Boy fought a dragon!" Malon squealed loud enough to scare some cuccos.
"Malo- errgh, Malon, can you please, ahh, get off my-eeh-...?" Malon noticed she had been pushing down to hard on his abdomen, and quickly stopped her banter and took her hands away.
"Oh, er, sorry. So, you really saw a dragon? And it could breath fire?" she said quieter, with hardly contained excitement.
"I think it was made of fire, actually. It was terrible to fight it, kept jumping out of pits in the ground and flying straight at me. It got me once, if you can't tell." he replied, gesturing to the cucco sized burn across his chest.
Malon's eyes got really wide, "I'll go get you some bandages," she told him, getting up for some required medical equipment. That's. So. Cool! she thought. She had no idea why her fairy oriented friend was dealing with dragons, but was that was SO COOL! If she had to pry it out of him, she would, but he will tell her what he's been up to for the last seven years.
She came back to find him dozing off against two crates stacked up on each other, making himself at home, just sleeping comfortably like he owns the place. She went on to wrap him around in the medical tape, but he didn't budge. It didn't seem as if she would get any answers tonight. How convenient for you, huh Fairy Boy? she thought, looking at him suspectingly.
As Malon finished up, she looked her fairy friend down decided he should have a better resting place to heal faster. She picked him up bridal style and walked up the steps to her room, something regained by her after Ingo's change of heart. Laying him on the bed, admiring his frame, she noticed another injury, certainly older than the one she just tended to. It was a small puncture wound scar that could have only been made by an arrow shot. Just what have you been doing, Fairy Boy.