⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ he'd never been bothered by injuries, why would someone worry about something that barley happens to them.... But not this time, today he way grumpy due to his recently broken wing, though he was good at hiding his bitterness to his comrades, start all, they didn't break his arm, why should he be upset at them? Though despite everyone in Rito village wanting nothing more than their elder to rest, he decided to go for a patrol anyway, he was a sage! He was better than a broken wing! And so he went along his patrol to make sure his village was safe, his hair gently bouncing with each strut he took, he carried his bow, he just in case, even if he couldn't use it, he could still say he had something- anything, to defend himself, like in the situation he was in currently, he was getting backed into a corner by a couple of boss bokoblins and their smaller forces, he was sure he was as good as gone if something didn't happen in his favour...