Day 13 - Content
"Huh."
"Hm? Did you say something?"
Turning up her forearm (inspection for pesky [rogue] stray hairs), Elma shakes her head.
"It's...a hell of a feeling. I'm used to being happy with the way things are going, for missions or future plans in general, but I've never not been..."
"On edge?"
Midna doesn't even bother to stifle her affectionate giggle as Elma's eyes flash, more or less amused, up to her face. Her hands remain loose, relaxed, at her sides.
Then, they sigh - both of them.
"You've got me figured out, alright."
"Of course I do. I feel the same."