I write from the inn. We made it to the spring of power.
Zelda prayed and pleaded with the Goddess in the icy waters for hours. I was facing the entrance, watching for monsters, when I heard a splash. I turned to see...nothing.
I dove into the water and found Zelda laying there, unconscious. The cold had finally gotten to her. I carried her to the inn and checked for a heartbeat. It was there. Faint, but she is alive, thank Hylia.
She is up now, but a little weird. She insists I stay next to her. I don't mind. Tomorrow, if Zelda feels well enough, we leave for the spring of wisdom.
Link, signing out.