There's a glance at Yeta as Midna walks by, following Dylas. As she finally reaches the door, there's one last glance over her shoulder... before she disappears through the door as well.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the last door, either. Even more unfortunate for Dylas, punching through wasn't going to do them much good either, since this part of the mansion seemed to involve more jumping than anything. Jumping and fighting... and some cannonballs.

Midna had taken up residence on her perch between his antlers again, growing strangely quiet this time, up until they had their hands on the big key and made their way up a winding path upwards... where they'd find the large locked doors.

"This has to be it..." she sat up taller as they approached, hearing the footsteps crunching in the snow behind them, having grown accustomed to the silence of Dylas'.

It was Yeta. "Thank you. You come inside..."

Well Dylas? Someone was going to have to use that huge key.