[ Naminé's not one to try to be a snoop these days, but it does come naturally. In this case, it's hard for her to avoid noticing such things as the miscellany on display, drooping eyelids unable to prevent her attention from straying toward the familiarity of the sights at the corner of her vision. Looking them over - it takes her a moment to focus, but recollection comes quickly enough as she realizes what's been protected so carefully in that case. Her heart is a little tighter in her chest for it - pleasantly so - as she makes her gradual way onward.
When she draws to a stop in the doorway of the kitchen, it's both because she's become aware of Alastor's attention with that flick of his ear and because she finds she benefits from the support of the doorframe. She tries not to lean against it too heavily, but looking more steady than she feels is a futile effort. And yet the fragile upturn at the corners of her mouth is genuine as she rasps back a soft, ]
Much better. [ Whether she looks or sounds it is a different matter; she's still weak, that much is clear, but there's a sort of palpable relief in her, too. After all, she's finally herself again - or closer to it, anyway. ] I'm sorry that I--....
[ Words are something of a challenge, it seems; she clears her throat, shortens what she'd meant to say - to ask if he carried her all the way, if she caused any trouble she doesn't remember-- it all becomes a faint, ]
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When she draws to a stop in the doorway of the kitchen, it's both because she's become aware of Alastor's attention with that flick of his ear and because she finds she benefits from the support of the doorframe. She tries not to lean against it too heavily, but looking more steady than she feels is a futile effort. And yet the fragile upturn at the corners of her mouth is genuine as she rasps back a soft, ]
Much better. [ Whether she looks or sounds it is a different matter; she's still weak, that much is clear, but there's a sort of palpable relief in her, too. After all, she's finally herself again - or closer to it, anyway. ] I'm sorry that I--....
[ Words are something of a challenge, it seems; she clears her throat, shortens what she'd meant to say - to ask if he carried her all the way, if she caused any trouble she doesn't remember-- it all becomes a faint, ]
That I fell asleep.