Training for the Calamity’s return took a toll on everyone. You had gotten scraped up in another minor battle, so Mipha offered to take you up to Ruta’s trunk for healing (and some quality time).

The sunset was beautiful, and so was she, gently stroking the injury as the soft blue light from her hands slowly erased the stab wound. “You really must be more careful.” She smiles. “You’ve always been so reckless…”