( as he moves that hand, midna seems to become keenly aware of just how close their faces are... the expression on her face going blank for a moment, before realizing her own position, and her body... as she turns away. he might not have been blushing, but that closeness that she craved, even in this form, well...

she was no kid either! so thank god for the change of subject, was all she could think as she re-composed herself, clearing her throat quietly. dylas also never talked much about his world... his worlds, perhaps was more accurate. )

You're right, you know. Sometimes making hard decisions in a role like that, when you know you can't please everyone, well... ( she can't help but draw the parallels of her own position into what he's saying... ) I think your king, or any ruler really— would be happy to hear someone like you say that.

( she did, at least. )