Tokk hadn't known any of this- he knew that probably nobody really knew about Link inheriting his friends' powers, but what those powers were weren't things that were well-known to the common man among the Hylians.
He looked down at his unsteady hands, with fingers that were permanently slightly bent, gnarled by forty years of arthritis slowly eating away at his bones. "If it would at all help the queen, I will do whatever you want me to, Ser Link," he said, afraid to hope that this healing power would really do him any good. He trusted that Link would be able to use this power, that he'd do nothing to hurt Tokk, but it was almost too much to hope for that it'd do anything against a sign of age.