Arrow
"You sure you know how to use that thing?" she asked, peering somewhat apprehensively at him, a tad afraid he would hurt himself if left to his own devices.
"I'd say I'm a pretty good shot," he responded merrily.
She had always seen him with the bow slung over his shoulder, its worn oak bleak against his vibrant green clothing, so she figured he must have experience shooting it. However-
"It's just that I have a hard time envisioning you associated with combat at all," she claimed. "You're you, after all."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"It wasn't meant as one," and she nearly succeeded in being scathing.
"It probably won't do anything towards killing them – y'know, at all – but I can at least distract them for you. I can't just do nothing while you're off fighting."
As she dispatched the golems, Midna admitted, grudgingly, that though the steel glanced harmlessly across foreheads of stone, shoulders of jagged mineral, it was much simpler to do away with them as their attention was diverted.
"You learn quickly," she later noted. Her tone was almost accusing. "Most people wouldn't so immediately pick up that it's easy to take advantage of their one track minds."
Because though Midna was not exactly a paragon of camaraderie, she was never shy about giving due where it was owed.
"Thanks!" he beamed. "I also think it's pretty snazzy how you, y'know, blow them up from the inside out with magical glowing hair."
She did not smile, but then again, he smiled enough for the both of them and more.
Author's Note: Special thanks to VakaPyro for being super groovy awesome beautiful.