In reply to Ciela's sudden fit, the Twilight Princess blinked in confusion.  Throughout her acquaintance with Ciela thus far, the fairy had always carried herself with both wrathful pride and austere dignity.  Seeing her, the being who cowed Midna into submission with a sad story and a temper tantrum, reduced to a shivering wreck on the verge of tears stunned her.  The urgent call from Link roused her from her shock and galvanized her into action.  Midna hovered off the ground, suspended by her power, and speedily floated in the direction taken by Ciela with Zant on her figurative tail.

Even after finding the fairy, Midna wasn't sure what to do.  No expert in the workings of the mind, even without magic involved, she could only watch with brows furrowed in concern as Ciela lay still.  A chime caused her to look in Zant's direction for guidance, and she found his magic gem inserted into his breastplate once more, bestowing on him corporeal form.  His scimitars flashed out of his sleeves, and for a moment Midna was terrified, absolutely convinced, that he meant to cut Ciela down.  Whether this was her own instinct or a tinge of fear inflicted by the Lost Woods she could not say, but Zant lowered his swords and offered advice.  “These trees conduct madness  I say we give the fairy some free air and sunlight.”

Glad for a solution, Midna calmed her nerves and reattached the enchanted hair clasp that allowed her to maintain her own corporeal form in the world of light.  She summoned a tri-pronged spear to her hands, and pointed it at the nearest tree.  An arc of black light tainted with orange snaked out from the weapon and circled the tree.  For a moment nothing happened, but then, the entire plant vaporized into black particles that shot skyward en masse.  At the same time, Zant let loose a torrent of pink energy blasts that blasted another tree trunk enough to collapse it.  Wood splintered and flew, and a great yawning sound filled the forest as the giant tree returned to earth with a massive slam.  Finally, he lashed his scimitars across a third trunk, leaving wide scars, before leaping back.  Midna jumped in to take his place and rammed her spear into the scar, overloading the bark with twilight energy that superheated the tree's resin.  One burst of stopped-up magical energy later and the final obstacle toppled.

Through the hazy canopy drifted a few rays of sunlight.  The still, stagnant air of the Lost Woods momentarily gave way to a gentle breeze.  Only a few moments passed before a layer of fog plugged the hole, sending the scene into half-darkness once more.  Midna knelt by Ciela, hoping that the breath of fresh air helped to clear her mind.  “Be at peace.”