Midna, a hand against her ethereal forehead, nodded in distracted agreement with Ciela.  While Zant managed to still his spinning head enough to pipe up with, "Sharing is a virtue," it was plain that he felt the same.  When Link called his horse in for Zant to use, Midna's eyes lit up.  She called upon her power of trichomancy--hair magic.  A cluster of her locks formed into the shape of a hand, roughly the size of her face and aglow with orange light, which reached out of its own accord and stroked Epona's flank.  It wasn't hard to guess that the Twilis' incorporeal forms could only physically interact with the world of light when imbuing a part of their bodies with magic.  "I think we'll be fine to float along for now, though you do have a lovely horse," the Twilight Princess crooned.  She then added, "Plus, in spirit form it might be more difficult for the spirits of these woods to get inside our heads."

Soonafter the small group was on the move again.  The Twili drifted along much like ghosts, but both were highly attentive to their surroundings.  While Midna suffered no more mental influence, she could still have sworn that she saw shadows moving at the edge of her vision, and voices whispering in the wind through the leaves.  This alarmed her mostly because under normal circumstances [i]she[/i] would have been one of those shadows.  As it was, Midna grew more sure that the party was no longer alone.  Zant, in particular, kept up a sharp vigil, looking around almost as frequently as the steady beat of Epona's clopping hooves.