Link hobbled after her into the kitchen. She'd been there before, so he didn't have to give her a full tour. He did, however, make sure to mention that the oven worked.
The goats had made their way back into the room and Link shooed them away before sitting at the table. The grunted and flopped. Walking with crutches worked an entirely new set of muscles for him. His arms were always hurting these days.
"This... sucks," he announced, brushing back his hair. There was some levity in his voice, but he meant what he said. "I can't do anything myself anymore. Bathing is the worst."