"Indeed I will be," responded the Twilight Princess, her eyes fixed upon Link.  For the moment, he seemed all gallantry and charm, but she guessed that the fervor he had displayed during the battle had merely died down, and not burned out; it was waiting for its chance to flare up again, burning through that glowing exterior.  

For the first time it struck Midna that she was, for all intents and purposes, going on an adventure to save the princess.  She barely managed to keep herself from laughing out loud.  Perhaps the goddesses or destiny or whoever made fate out of coincidences had heard her when she said that she wanted to be a hero, not long ago.  

Zant's eyes were narrowed at the fairy and the hero, but they -hidden beneath his mask as all his features were- were inscrutable.  Though he was fairly certain his brief bout of unconsciousness last night had originated from unfamiliarity with alcohol, he couldn't help but be paranoid about those around him.  He had sensed a change in Midna, however slight, and he was very keen to find out if she was still on his side.  He slid a scimitar from his sleeve as the hero clopped past on his horse, and used a few of his tassels to absently polish the blade before returning it to his place.  Energy filled him; though he didn't at all agree with the goal of this quest, he was more than ready to bash some heads.

The group was now only a few steps from Castle Town's gate.  Midna stared sedately at Hyrule field, which stretched before them like a miniature sea of grass, blowing and glinting in the breeze.  "Shall we?"