( there's a pull at her lips with a— ) Hmph. ( and midna finds herself smiling. pulling her hand back, she moves to pull his along with her own and places it down next to him, squeezing it gently with the motion. )

Good, you won't need any healing in that case. ( there's a slow blink as she looks him over again, then looks over ales' way. )

And you, Ales? Any worse for wear? None of us seem to be in any more than one piece, at least, heh.