If there was a creepiness threshold to meet in this dungeon, they had probably already surpassed the quota anyway. Once Dylas starts to make progress on the whole block-pushing ordeal, and not yet acknowledging that she could be of any help, Midna's interests seemed renewed as she propped herself upright again, holding a little more tightly onto him through the dashes and jumps. Drawing just a little bit closer in to him...

"If you want something badly enough you'll work for it, isn't that right?" it was just as true for mirrors as it was for fish soup. "Anything of value in this world is always guarded by tricks and trials. Which means... the mirror might truly be here."

"Hm? What is it?" Link almost came so naturally after. Midna perked even higher, examining the room... and spying the tiniest bit of daylight through the cracks in the snow. "There," she pointed, "kick it in. The walls are weak."