It was late. Way later than anyone should really be up and wandering through the Zora domain but here Link was. He had traveled all the way from the Rito village, the several day long journey far more grueling than normal because of how worn out he was. He'd slept very little, far too busy seeking out shrines and dealing with other things that came up, and it was finally starting to catch up to him. Each step felt like he had hundreds of pounds attached to each leg and his arms felt like lead making it painful to lift his sword whenever a moblin attacked him. He kept pushing himself forward though knowing that a warm fire was waiting even if the domain was even wetter than he was because of the light rainfall coming down.
Across one bridge then another, Link finally found himself trudging towards the familiar shape and glow of the Zora palace. His lips pulled into a tired smile as one of the guards greeting him then expressed worry over his state, the champion waving them off and shaking his head--no no, he was fine.
He took one of the long pathways up and crossed to the stairs that led through the dam and to the Eastern Reservoir and the tension that had been holding his frame so tight finally started to edge away. Link trudged over to the bed resting under the gazebo that he had visited many a times, shedding his gloves and cloak once he was there, nudging off his boots then flopping down. A heavy sigh escaped him and he let his eyes close, content just to lay here and never move again.