[Those are dangerous words. Midna assumes, to an extent, that Akua doesn't mean them. That is to say, objectively speaking, Midna would not trust herself, but that is likely because she knows herself. She's non-committal, evasive, deceptive, under-handed, self-interested. She is a great many things that often seem to point towards chasing things that are of benefit to her, and utilising others along the way to see that realised.

But for the time being, she takes amusement in the idea, sincere or not from Akua's kind mouth.

There isn't much pomp or circumstance to what follows. Midna hovers with some relative ease, the majority of the weight and burden taken by her hair, though it holds enough strength that it doesn't put her out. Maybe she doesn't even feel it. A curious thing that. Something normally so soft and well cared for can seem so secure and stable, as though it's less a collective of hair and more something solid in structure.]

We couldn't have gotten out of there soon enough. Let's never do that again, as romantic as it was to go delving around in the dark together.

[She laughs quietly, carefully manoeuvring them through the opening Akua's made for them.]

Do you have a particular place you'd like me to put you down? I don't normally take those kinds of requests, but I'll consider this a very special occasion.