Fuming seemed to be Azula's default mode of operation, really. Midna didn't flinch when Azula suddenly summoned that blaze of flame; she merely allowed herself to break apart into a series of shadowy bubbles before reforming safely once again.

She didn't know what Azula had done before ending up here, or whether she'd deserved whatever punishment she'd received, but seeing her cry like that kind of tugged at Midna's newly-acquired feelings of guilt.

Midna patted Azula awkwardly on the shoulder, not knowing what else to say or do. "Hey, it'll be okay. I'm, uh. Sure we'll find your robe."