The former King of Hyrule was watching intently as the resurrected Hylian champion emerged once more from the shrine of resurrection, blinking in the sunlight.

"Daughter," he muttered. "I swear, if YOUR Knight hurls himself off that cliff again..."

Zelda's voice resonated in his head, sounding at once defensive and offended. "He only did that twice! And it didn't QUITE kill him last time."

"Yes," the King replied testily under his absence of breath. "Killed by a keese while scraping his broken bones off the ground was a VAST improvement."

"He can't possibly be used to his current limitations, Father. One hundred years sleeping in the shrine is bound to have weakened him."

"I would estimate one hundred years and a month, by now. It takes him nearly a day to wake again each time I drag him back in there. Thank Hylia it's not malice that does him in up here, at least the process is quick when the shrine only needs to heal normal physical injuries. Ah. He's passed the 'don't jump off the first cliff you see' test. You're on."

The King waited patiently while Link stopped in his track, listening to the strange voice in his head as Zelda relayed instructions and encouragement.

When he started back, Link thankfully headed towards the makeshift shelter where the King's ghost, disguised as a living old man, was waiting for him. The boy sometimes just ignored what appeared to him as just a random old man and would go wandering off into danger. He had made a nearly perfect beeline for the lone Talus on the great plateau five times. FIVE. One talus on the whole great plateau, found within minutes of coming back to life, FIVE times.

To be fair, Link had survived once, by running away. Straight into a bokoblin who had bashed his head in.

The King suddenly groaned and dragged his hand across his face. "Din Blast it, he's dead AGAIN."

"Not a bokoblin again?" asked Zelda.

"He didn't grab the axe," the King sighed. "I take the time to leave a perfectly good axe RIGHT in his path. And he ignores it so he can try punching monsters to death. Meanwhile, bokoblins have just enough brains to carry weapons so you can guess the result. YOUR knight is officially dumber than a bokoblin."

"He's not himself right now," Zelda reminded him. "And stop trying to blame me for his being my knight, YOU appointed him."

"YOU insisted on having him resurrected," the King snapped back.

Zelda took a second to reply. "Okay, fair point. But you know I was right. He'll shape up. His brains are just not waking up quite as quickly as his body."

The King harrumphed. He started walking towards the body. The Bokoblin was circling, seemingly trying to decide whether it was safe to assume its victim was dead. The King knocked the monster in the head with his staff from behind, instantly killing it. He then grabbed one of Link's foot and started climbing back up the hill towards the shrine of resurrection, dragging the body behind him and well beyond caring if Link's head bumped against any rocks.

"At least the body is in one piece this time," Zelda said.

The King rolled his eyes. "Don't remind me of THOSE times. Blowing himself up with his own bombs, for crying out loud... and not once, not twice, but seven times! And the time he managed to flatten himself under a metal slate wasn't much better, I'll have you know."

"You would just prefer he die freezing in the snow more often," Zelda accused. "So you can use his poor frozen body as a sleigh again."

"I only did that once."

"One would find that the King indulging in such disrespectful childishness even just once is..."

"One would do well to be quiet and appreciate how hard the King is working even from beyond the grave."

Zelda wisely opted not to reply.

The former King was back to the healing bed. He hauled Link's body in, picked up the Sheikah slate from his hip and activated the bed. He then put the Sheikah slate back on its pedestal and left. The shrine locked itself behind him.

"How are you holding up, my daughter?" he asked.

"I'll manage for a bit longer," she replied. "Thank you. For helping him. I'm sure he'll get it right next time."

"Thirty-third time's the charm," the King said. "Hopefully."