The first thing he did when he was reassembled on top of the tower was take a shaky breath, followed by sitting down, because his knees didn't feel like they'd hold him much longer if he pushed them. He itched to beg the Sword to do something to at least help control when those not-his memories grabbed him and yanked him around time and space, but he knew she was already at her limit just trying to keep the dozen other men between the Hero of Time and himself from forcing their way into his head.
And it wasn't like his own memories weren't doing the exact same thing to him. Most of any of the memories dancing around his head didn't do more than jar him a bit, because they seemed so random, but every now and then, one like that jumped out of the shadows and knocked him off his feet. His own memories had enough moments like that to do the same. So he couldn't even be as frustrated with having not-his memories to contend with as he could if all of his own memories were trauma-free.
Although the implications of that particular memory were far worse than any memory Link had that was actually his.
The stand the Slate fit into to download information from the tower's Guidance Stone wasn't the most comfortable of things to lean back against, but it made his head make a satisfying 'thunk' when he smacked his head back against the smooth stone. He'd been hoping the knock to the skull would make that lingering not-his memory go away. It didn't work. A second try also failed. He didn't bother with a third, he was only going to end up with a headache if he did.
Zelda inevitably wanted to know how Ganon had ended up with a piece of the Triforce. Link had known it probably wasn't something he wanted to know, but might be important to know. Link was pretty sure he'd never heard of a better example of Be Careful What You Wish For.
Link took a few more deep breaths, held his hands out until they stopped shaking, then grabbed the Slate and retrieved his vai disguise from the inventory. He had a job to focus on, Zelda needed some things; too many miles to go before he could sleep. He switched his thoughts to what all he exactly needed to do down at Gerudo Town.
Get Zelda some clothes, ask Isha for suggestions for jewelry and if she had any fancy hair accessories that would flatter someone with Zelda's coloration and hair cut (and it was a good thing he'd had a mother who paid attention to this stuff that he remembered hearing about it all from enough to know what to ask), see if maybe she also sold make up- check with the clothing store first, that woman might actually sell some -then take it all to Riju and beg first for pity enough to not laugh at him, then for whatever advice she might have that he could jot down in the Slate's notes function.
A thought crossed his mind and made him frown. It was going to be very soon public that the queen and the Hylian Champion could travel around by what would look like magic to just about anyone else, and that meant that chancing using the travel gate at the Daqo Chisay shrine wasn't one he could take anymore, barring an emergency. Which meant going down to the Kay Noh shrine by the Gerudo Canyon Stable and walking.
Which pretty much guaranteed that the creep that made him feel desperately unclean was going to see him.
Link sighed while he got changed, chewing on what the hell he could do to get that guy to go away. Not only was it really becoming unsettling to be looked at like an object on display to someone who thought he could be bought and played with, if Zelda traveled into the town with him, she'd be going right past him too, and that would lead to one of two things, or potentially both- the creep would start looking at Zelda the same way, and then Link might actually have to kill him, or Zelda would lose her cool at him and potentially blow their cover. Or Link's cover, more specifically.