Link sat on the same table, flexing his hand and watching as the muscles twitched. He wasn't ready to stand yet, that much went without saying. Impa stood next to him, tearful and overjoyed.
"Zelda thinks you are dead, still. I'll ride and find her, tell her. I thought all hope was lost and now this miracle has..."
Link let her trail on, not really listening. He was trying to get over a feeling of utter wrongness.
I was dead, I died... I felt the blade, I can still feel it... I should still be dead...
"I died," he said, interrupting the Sheikah.
"Well...yes..." Impa watched his face. His pupils dilated rapidly, eyes focusing and unfocusing.
"Who brought me back?"
"Nayru. She came to you herself."
Link nodded and examined his chest again. A white-blue scar ran where Gannon's sword had entered. He shivered, knowing there was a matching scar on his back.
"Can you stand now?"
Link pushed himself gently to the edge of the table, then paused. A small pain flared in his side. He ignored it. Probably hurt that in the fight, too.
He stood tentatively, swaying slightly as his legs adjusted to the weight. He walked a few paces, leaning heavily on Impa's shoulder.
"I think everything's --" He gasped as the pain from before spread, pulling at his waist and searing upwards.
"What...?!" Impa knelt with him to the floor, eyes wide.
His hand flew to the invisible wound. The arrow. Arrow? Why did...?
Then everything made sense.
Breathing hard, he turned to the Sheikah.
"Impa...where's Zelda..."
