There's not really any word to describe it. Everyone is scattered and hurt and trying to rest and recuperate. Sora himself is still in a lot of pain and the residual effects of the dark nightmare shroud filling his head and his own emotions of pain and anguish are still making Sora very weak.
But not weak enough to not check in on Naminé. He's the one opening the door with the very intention of going to her first. But seeing her there, looking as fragile as ever...]
Naminé. Are you okay? [He holds a hand out to her.]
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There's not really any word to describe it. Everyone is scattered and hurt and trying to rest and recuperate. Sora himself is still in a lot of pain and the residual effects of the dark nightmare shroud filling his head and his own emotions of pain and anguish are still making Sora very weak.
But not weak enough to not check in on Naminé. He's the one opening the door with the very intention of going to her first. But seeing her there, looking as fragile as ever...]
Naminé. Are you okay? [He holds a hand out to her.]