...Mm...
>("I haven't tried this before.")
(But Blink's ability to teleport with the Sheikah Slate isn't impeded by him holding items... including living matter. (Please don't ask.))
(So, maybe he could transport Rink back to where his room is... maybe. Beats the heck out of lifting, especially out here.)
...
(Blink nods. With his right hand, he puts a hand down on Rink's body... and with his left, he taps the eye of his Sheikah Slate.)
(To outside lookers, they vanish into streaks of blue light that fly upwards into the sky and disappear... but to them, the entire world seems to vanish into those same streaks.)
(After just a moment, the streaks disperse from Rink's view... and he finds himself on a floor.)
(...Granted, it's a floor marked with a very Sheikah-looking glowing rune
◊, but still a floor.)
Lifting his head up, he drinks the potion's contents, his face contorting. His chest caves in as if he's about to cough — he forces himself to swallow.
Barbara looks over to them, blinking rapidly. Turning the joystick on her chair so that she turns to face the woman, she shakes her head and says "Um — sorry. I don't understand Esperanto."
dead devotionHe lies there still, his breathing returning to normal. Then, he places his hands firmly upon the floor, pushes up, and turns so that he's sitting, his back resting at the foot of the bed. He grimaces at that. But he bears it.
"...Thank you."
"Esperanta — what a nice name. I'm Barbara," she says as she turns to look at the small witch child.
dead devotion-Esperanta's grin is exquisitely charming, and her tones are gentle and dulcet-
Barbara, stupdenous, marvellous, I am telling you. I can tell, us two, we shall be perhaps the best of bosom-buddies, boon-friends, and allies in this material realm! Perhaps I step ahead of my own feet but I must assure you that I see great things for this place, yes, which I have only recently completed the ardurous journey to from my previous residence in, ah, oh yes, the great Espeantist Republic of Amikejo.
-Smiles at shitfuck freak child-
And to you, a most gracious bonser! Your name, should you make it known to myself, would be most graciously appreciated, yes, it should be.

...Hoo.
(That's a crash there. Like that one time with the actually dead Guardian that fell on Blink despite being dead...)
(...Not the time for funny cutaways, though. Briskly moving closer to Rink, Blink puts away his shield, then begins tapping the Slate with his now-free left hand while periodically checking the Master Sword in his right...)