A sudden motion at the edge of Midna's vision caught her eye, and she looked to see the Happy Mask Salesman going away.  She couldn't see his face, but there was something in his manner that belied a great deal of unhappiness.  For a few seconds Midna was at a loss, but then she remembered that he had been trying to speak to her.  Perhaps he had gotten upset that she wasn't talking to him and stormed off.  She frowned at his receding back.  Even with a princess like her, one couldn't expect to be able to have her attention whenever they wanted.  The sooner the salesman learned that, the better.

“Who, Zant?”  She answered Ravio.  “He's...unique.  That reminds me: we must depart.”  She went over to stand by Zant, her distaste written all over her face.  “Once Link recovers,” she called to Ciela, “You can contact me at the Magtail Fort.”  With that, she melted away into dark particles that shot upward bit by bit.  Zant soon followed her, though not without reluctance at the idea of facing Midna's retribution for his actions.  Why couldn't she understand?

The two re-materialized just outside the inn.  The first thing Midna did was punch her colleague in the shoulder.  He squeaked and recoiled, full of conflicting emotions whose end result was inaction.  Wordlessly, Midna stalked into the inn, and Zant meekly followed, quite aware that the punch wasn't the extent of his punishment.  His orange eyes smoldered with suppressed anger, and the lids twitched often.