"What does it look like I'm doing?" Midna retorted, as though the answer was obvious. "They're supposed to be helping us aren't they?"

The moogle beneath her weight struggled to bat his wings as hard as he could, as the imp atop him patted his head roughly. "You love helping don't you, Kulupa?"

"O-of course--!" the companion replied, groaning with the effort it took to keep them both at eye level.