For a moment, Sheik is motionless beneath the shield, red eyes fixed on Brainy's wounded arm. "If you were offered healing," he asks softly, the infliction and tone utterly unlike the more brusque tones they would have heard earlier, "Would you accept it?"

[Zelda, what are you doing?!]

Sheik can't help but be furious and afraid - if she's doing what he suspects, then this entire charade is for nothing.

[I can help, I know I can! If he cannot help us, if something happens to him - or everyone else here - simply because no one healed him...]

[No!]

None of this conflict shows on his face; Zelda has tight control of his body now.