Within the Wood
The further she progressed with the paranoid Kokiri behind her, Saria's connection to the physical world was lessening, unravelling like roots pulled until taut and pressured to point of irrevocability. The world, including Mido and herself, glowed as if life-forms of chlorophyll. Scents turned heady and heavy, as if summer's fruits and flora had began to sweat cloying, sickening sweetness. The odour had her mouth dry as if malnourished and turned her throat so that, when she spoke to Mido, her voice was hoarse.
Slowing her stride to a stop in the place of water to her right and the next full-circle circumference archway towards the place that was calling her, Saria sought the words meant for a being that belonged outside the Woods rather than within. Which land was she to have future experiences within, Saria wondered.
"You don't need to know the way back to wind up at your home. Just make your way into the mystery." she said to Mido. Her movements stuttering with her inner struggles to not 'blink' away from the uncomprehending boy behind her, Saria turned her head to talk over her shoulder to him. To find that she didn't see Mido as an organism separate from the foliage behind him anymore; all the world was one existing system with many difference externals, after all, but Saria still battled the rushing of leaves rustling so to hear Mido's protesting reply.
"We'll both go home, Saria. I... I order it to happen! And as it is I, the great and—"
"--Ever so brave and boisterously bold Mido." Saria saw the leaves of Mido's face area turn to autumn red as he blushed to hear her additions, though he had turned his back to her to hide it. She knew Mido would not leave, yet still she did not know if she regretted having asked him to have come.
Saria reached her hand towards the place Mido was supposedly standing in, except she saw a face formed not by leaves, but memories. Not the face of Mido... but rather of the lost boy of Hylian blood and Kokiri clothes. The face had words within her emit from her lips without her steadily declining conscious will, before her final strand connection to her life as simply Saria the Kokiri snapped to unleash her all once latent lavishness.
"Mido... Would you maybe give a message for me?"
Saria described her last request and then was passing through the last passages towards the temple, her heart consumed by 'the calling'. The shouts of Mido behind her, or the warble of whisperings speaking of all that Saria would become; to these she was deaf as her physical form faded to naught, into a familiar, yet never before experienced whiteness.