It was clear as Link hauled Lambda up onto the shore that the argent deity had suffered quite a bit in those caustic crimson waters; in the five minutes it had taken the Hero of Time to reach the sinking Nomad and bring him back, much of his flowing silver robes had been eaten away, and sickening burns and contusions marred the black, silver-lined skin beneath. While enough of his garments remained to preserve Lambda's modesty, it was clear that the robe was finished; the damage it had incurred was too severe to be repaired in any meaningful sense.
Among the damaged or destroyed portions was the argent deity's hood, leaving his face exposed; and apart from his onyx skin, the presence of pulsing geometric silver tattooes and a few minor differences in terms of cheekbone and mandible structure, he was a dead ringer for Dr. Shin Ikari—although, given what the giantess had called him a moment ago, perhaps that was not such a drastic revelation at that point in time. The silver Nomad groaned faintly as Hope administered his healing white magic; while the Cure spells were
having an effect, in thay they caused some of Lambda's wounds to even out and heal over, it was notably less effective on him than normal in that said wounds were only being healed slowly.
the giantess cried in obvious concern, reaching out with one massive hand to scoop the injured Nomad up and paying little heed to any Champions that might have been brushed aside none-too-gently when she did that. She cradled him delicately within her palm, trying not to touch him for fear of upsetting his grievous wounds.
Lambda cracked open one eye with considerable effort and peered blearilly up at the four-eyed colossus that was his wife; other men might have been filled with fear or revulsion at such a sight, but the silver god did little more than crack a wry smile. "Hello, gorgeous..."
A dry, ragged sound that might have been a brief sob of relief escaped the monster's unseen maw, and her thumb bent to hang over him; in response to this, the argent Nomad raised one arm and brought his gauntlet-clad hand up to touch the gigantic appendage in a gesture that seemed akin to holding hands.
the monster whispered, its tone completely void of scorn or malice. "Was that your master plan, to free me and get yourself killed while you're at it?"
"Actually, I intended to be alive at this point,"
Lambda said in jest. "Banged up will suffice, though."