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It's a good day for Legend—almost. It started without much pain at all, but now he's sitting in the cart after a shift pushing it, using a knife to cut up a block of cheese and handing it out to everyone for lunch on the road.
Legend aches a little, but he doesn't strictly need to be here in the cart. In fact, his chest feels heavy with guilt about being here, and he's already made up his mind to get out as soon as possible. Hyrule is dealing with an injured shoulder, so his cane is less useful right now, and he's sitting on top of a pack of two. Four’s napping off some exhaustion, and definitely deserves it. There's room for about one more person, and while Legend is taking up that space right now, he sees Wind trailing behind, exhausted due to the same trip down a waterfall yesterday as Four.
The problem that keeps Legend’s mind occupied is that all of his joints ache. The question isn't about whether he'll get out of the cart, but if he wants to use his cane. It'll help relieve pain on his worse leg, but it'll make his shoulder hurt more, and put a lot of strain on his better leg. He's miserable just thinking about it.
But damn if that'll stop him. When everybody has eaten their fill of cheese and bread, Legend tucks the food away and hops out of the moving cart. He leaves behind his pack with everyone else’s, but brings along his cane, still undecided.
Legend wanders to the back of the group and hits Wind’s shoulder for attention.
Wind looks up, scowling, but Legend nods to the cart, and Wind’s expression relaxes. “Oh. You, uh, noticed?”
“I'm paying attention,” Legend says quietly. “Go on, you need it.”
“Well, if you're insisting.” Wind shrugs and runs to catch up to the cart. He launches himself inside and takes the little space left with a relieved sigh. Hyrule greets him with a grin and an enthusiastic hello.
Legend tosses his cane back and forth between his hands, walking a bit more slowly than he should be to keep up appearances. He sighs and decides to do what he can—he puts his cane in the right place in his hand and falls into the familiar gait, already feeling the strain on his shoulder and opposite knee.
Suddenly, Warriors is there next to him, signing. “And what about you?”
“What about me?” Legend scowls.
Warriors just raises an eyebrow.
“I'll be fine.” Legend flaps his hand as if he could wave away Warriors’s fretting. “Stop giving me that look. This is about cost reduction, not elimination. I know how to keep my mouth shut, Wind would be complaining all day.” That's a bit uncharitable of him, and they both know it isn't quite true, but it's better to blame Legend's selflessness on that than to call it what it is.
“It’s a late start tomorrow, then,” Warriors says. It means he won't argue with Legend’s decision.
Legend shrugs. “Yeah maybe. Sorry.”
“Cost reduction,” Warriors repeats, nudging Legend with his elbow.