[ As caught up as Naminé was in her own embarrassment, the notion that he might feel the same way hadn't occurred to her. Recognizing it for what it is when she spots it on his face, her eyes blink a little wider open, but-- what can she say, when she's perhaps said too much already? Mouth pursed, she watches him searchingly, still trying to determine whether there's some way to ease the sting of the realization that yes, he did catch some unwanted attention while lurking in the woods like a forest gremlin.
She's stumped, truthfully, and thinks this might be one of those incidents where time's the best medicine - and, quite possibly, some good old fashioned friendship. At Link's words of gratitude, the lass gives a narrow, bashful shake of her head, unconsciously sinking even lower past the edge of the rock. It doesn't feel quite right to accept thanks for flustering the poor guy, but she manages a weak smile. ]
Just-- trying to look out for you, that's all.
[ Well, add that one to her long list of blunt overexplanations that only made things worse.
Anyway, it's a relief that he provides a distraction himself, and a welcome one. Perking a little, the Nobody gives a tiny, 'oh!' and a sincere, ]
... Sure, Link. I'd like that.
[ It might, in fact, be somewhere in the 'best-case scenario' she would have imagined if she'd thought that far ahead. She's not inclined to turn him down, in any case, but... as she starts to consider the logistics, Naminé realizes she's not wild about the idea of trying to eat said cookies while bobbing in the sea clinging awkwardly to a rock. The alternative to that, though, is one she's thus far been avoiding.
For fear of seeming impersonal... no, she has to go through with it, doesn't she? He doesn't seem the type to fuss over something like a magic potion's-- interesting aesthetic decisions. Telling herself as much in different words, Naminé hesitates for a deep breath before carefully shifting her grip on the platform and, with a small effort, pulling herself up onto the edge of it.
The top half of her transformation was easy enough to imagine; it matches her arms and face, with hints of texture here and there but an otherwise humanoid shape (and the broad band of a modest swimsuit top.) The lower half, however...
Well, if there's a ladylike way to sit with tentacles instead of legs, Naminé's doing her level best to achieve it, strange appendages tucked mostly to one side with their long ends trailing down into the water. Clearing her throat, she's not entirely certain whether or not to address it, and regards Link carefully from the tops of her eyes for any sign of whether he's-- not noticed, perhaps, but noticed in a bad way.
She's... also going to hope she at least hasn't put him off his appetite. ]
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She's stumped, truthfully, and thinks this might be one of those incidents where time's the best medicine - and, quite possibly, some good old fashioned friendship. At Link's words of gratitude, the lass gives a narrow, bashful shake of her head, unconsciously sinking even lower past the edge of the rock. It doesn't feel quite right to accept thanks for flustering the poor guy, but she manages a weak smile. ]
Just-- trying to look out for you, that's all.
[ Well, add that one to her long list of blunt overexplanations that only made things worse.
Anyway, it's a relief that he provides a distraction himself, and a welcome one. Perking a little, the Nobody gives a tiny, 'oh!' and a sincere, ]
... Sure, Link. I'd like that.
[ It might, in fact, be somewhere in the 'best-case scenario' she would have imagined if she'd thought that far ahead. She's not inclined to turn him down, in any case, but... as she starts to consider the logistics, Naminé realizes she's not wild about the idea of trying to eat said cookies while bobbing in the sea clinging awkwardly to a rock. The alternative to that, though, is one she's thus far been avoiding.
For fear of seeming impersonal... no, she has to go through with it, doesn't she? He doesn't seem the type to fuss over something like a magic potion's-- interesting aesthetic decisions. Telling herself as much in different words, Naminé hesitates for a deep breath before carefully shifting her grip on the platform and, with a small effort, pulling herself up onto the edge of it.
The top half of her transformation was easy enough to imagine; it matches her arms and face, with hints of texture here and there but an otherwise humanoid shape (and the broad band of a modest swimsuit top.) The lower half, however...
Well, if there's a ladylike way to sit with tentacles instead of legs, Naminé's doing her level best to achieve it, strange appendages tucked mostly to one side with their long ends trailing down into the water. Clearing her throat, she's not entirely certain whether or not to address it, and regards Link carefully from the tops of her eyes for any sign of whether he's-- not noticed, perhaps, but noticed in a bad way.
She's... also going to hope she at least hasn't put him off his appetite. ]