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The chain is running low on supplies. And to make it worse, they just fought off a horde of black-blooded lizalfos, leaving many with deep enough wounds to hurt. Wild’s forearm was cut open, due to an arrow. And it hurt really, really bad. He knew nobody else had potions, leaving him with one other option. Not that it was bad, because it was something he usually did.
See, when he first woke up from the shrine, he had to learn how to cook again. Which means he learned flavors again. What was sour, what was sweet, what was savory, what was spicy, and even more interesting, what was numbing. Garlic was an abundant thing in the forest, and it surprised him the first time he tried to take a bite. It made his whole mouth go tingly, and then it made his throat and tongue numb. Really numb. So he learned how to make sauces out of it, but he also picked up the habit of crushing and slathering it on his wounds when he had no other supplies. It burned at first, but it worked until he could get something better. So why shouldn't he use it?
While everybody else was collectively settling down, he pulled out his mortar and some garlic out of his slate, before peeling and crushing it. He washed the blood out of the wound with fresh water, drying it and then slathering the newly made paste onto it. It burns, and then it goes numb. What he’s always done. “Did you seriously just put that on your arm?” Hyrule sounds horrified, but Wild doesn't know why. “It numbs the pain.” He responds, looking up from the pot he just got out. “Dear Hylia Wild, you’re supposed to use it for mouth pain ONLY, not on your skin! It’s numb because you’ve built up burns damage!” He shouts in panic back. Oh. Ohh. That was why it stinged so bad at first. Stinging…
“He can’t possibly eat anymore!” One of the knights to my side yell, as I eat yet another bread roll. This one was different. It had a stingy, burning sensation. The flavor of garlic and olive oil. It’s nice, but it makes me lose my roll and choke. I bend over the ground, catching my breath as I finally get it down with water. “Give him space.” Urbosa yells from where she is talking with Zelda. So much for making my record higher. “Aw, you were almost at twenty four.” The knight on my other side says. Maybe next time, when I get another break.
“He’s back.” Ouch. Wild’s head was throbbing. As the world becomes clear again, he notices the lack of stickiness on his arm. Oh, right. The garlic. Somebody must of gotten the paste off while he was stuck in his memory. So much for a solution to his pain. He’ll keep his garlic only for cooking, here on out.