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Wind wanders into the soft glow of the candlelight. For all he is a sailor, the youngster looks seasick.
“Hey, hon,” Malon pats the table, welcoming him near. “How you feelin’?”
He sways up to Time. “Not so well, I think I’m,”
Legend scoots his chair back with a curse and Wind pitches forward and wretches directly into Time’s cupped hands.
Wind makes a strained noise, straightens, and picks at his sleeve.
“Feeling better?” Time asks.
Wind hums an affirmative and mutters to his shoes. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s better here than on the floor, so, thank you.” He stands, carefully holding his hands away. “I’m going to clean this up.”
Malon stands as well and pulls Wind into her side. Tired and stomach hurting, the kid melts into the hug and allows her to rub circles over his back. He rattles apologies and Malon tuts, “It’s just fine, let's get that nasty taste outta your mouth, alright?”
At the sink, Time has the throwup washed down the drain and dries his cleaned hands on a dishtowel. Malon and Wind join him at the sink, Wind between them. Time pours a cup of water for him.
“Sip, swish, spit.”
Wind takes the cup and does as told.
Malon keeps a hand on his back. Wind drinks the rest of the water and places his cup in the sink. He looks up at Time with a crooked smile.
“You have good aim.” Is all Time says.
Wind chuckles, “That was so gross.”
“Yeah it was. You have quick reflexes, Old Man.” Legend pushes his chair back, gets up, sweeps an arm around Wind’s shoulders, and guides him back to the living room. He passes his hand over Wind’s brow. “No fever? You got a stomach bug or something?”
Their voices fade and Legend rustles through his bag in the living room, no doubt looking for a potion, trying to keep quiet so to not wake Wolfie and Wild who are sprawled out in front of the fireplace. Legend swats Wind’s finger away from Wild’s cheek and waves him back towards his spot on the couch.
There's a creak of the floorboards from the upstairs balcony. Legend and Wind glance up to see Hyrule leaning with his arms on the railing.
"Hey." He whispers around a yawn. "What's going on?"
"Wind threw up."
Hyrule hums a low, compassionate note. "How you feeling?"
"Better."
"I'm getting him some potion."
"That's good."
Malon and Time watch from the kitchen doorway. Malon leans into Time’s side and he leans back. She pokes him, “My hero.”
Time shudders in good humor.