The warm tingling is pleasant, though Link doesn't have many wounds in need of healing.

"Different like...eh."

He's had strange visions, usually dreams, his whole life. From what he's been told it's something his people are prone to. Their long ears receive messages from the gods themselves.

The visions weren't like this. He'd always felt like they'd brought him information. They'd steeled him, they didn't attempt to break him.

He's going to die.

Link looks up and sees his shadowy doppelganger floating over his shoulder.

"Nevermind," he says to Sora. "It's not important."

With a grunt he starts walking in the direction of the village.