The first thing that registered in Ganondorf's consciousness was the cold stone floor. Its hardness grounded him and helped his head to stop spinning. He opened his eyes to see the small boy's hand curled down upon the floor in front of him. Dimly he registered that he was still in his spirit's form, but now back in the mortal world.
Injured as he was, he knew that sheer force of will could keep his spirit alive. Painfully he raised his head from the floor, and looked around. A still form upon the ground caught his eye and his focus shifted to see the battered, broken body in front of him.
He leaped to his feet, life returning to his soul. Running to the side of the woman in Shekiah garments, he pressed his hand to the side of her neck. There was life there still, though he could see what remained quickly leaving her though crimson threads.
The birthing room. There was a sacred spring there, for cleaning the newborns when they first entered the world. Not to mention plenty of supplies