( her eye widens right from the moment she feels that tug in towards him. there's no resistance, there's no time for it even if she wanted to resist anyway, and before she knows it... midna is pressed into the soft fur of his chest.

she's listening to his words, amidst the silence in his chest where a beating heart should be. and although the dead and undead alike are usually cold, there's a warmth that comes from her all her own, thanks to this embrace. )

You're wrong... ( her voice is low, as she unconsciously buries her face just a little more into him. ) It is important! It's important because... you're important. ( to her, most of all.

and after a few more seconds of nothing, there's the quietest of scoffs. ) But of course you'd so something stupid like that, anyway. That's just... like you.

( just like the time in aqures ixen... )