They were surviving, and really...that was enough. It was hard to tell that the Hero of Time, the Queen of Hyrule and the Princess and Queen of Ylisse were amongst a ragged army of tired people. Some had simply come along because it was a purpose, others had died along the way or simply...gave up. Link had to admire Impa's dedication to her goal, no matter the situation. She seemed almost infallible, nobody expected her to be...but everyone expected him to.
So he kept on a brave face, acted like everything was well...but it was hard to believe that, admittedly. Zelda wasn't...she was different. Link knew why, he just respected her enough not to say anything. It didn't help the nightmares, though...every morning, he'd wake up in a cold sweat. He never remembered what they were, he just...remembered hearing things, smelling them...it unnerved him. He usually woke to the taste of blood, but he never actually had it in his mouth.
It was starting to wear on him, just a little. Just like traveling the hellish countryside. A mash of forests and plains...and whatever else. There was no real logic to it, and the world was simply adapting around that minor problem. It was another night laying beside Zelda, staring up into the starry sky. He didn't want to sleep, but he knew he had to. Ike was...dead, or at least...that's about as much as anyone could guess, nobody could survive what happened to the castle.
He rubbed his face with a faint sigh, hand running through his hair. He sort of wished for a simpler time...or maybe not to be the Hero of Time right now.