[ If Naminé takes note of him taking note of one of the many emergent peculiarities of her current state, it doesn't show on her face. She's far more occupied looking at Link with a curious perplexity - one which becomes increasingly concerned as he explains that this repeated loss of clothing has happened without his awareness. She's just leaning back in surprise with a parting of her lips to speak when he amends it, which deflates some of her reaction. ]

Ah-- oh.

[ Well, that does present a whole new set of strange variables to consider. Sinking back down slightly, Naminé tips her head one way, then the other. ]

Then... maybe you were robbed. Or-- someone took care of you, but didn't stay to wait for you to wake up. But then - if they wanted to help, why would they take your...?

[ Yeesh. Her head's starting to hurt trying to make sense of all this, and Naminé curls a hand unconsciously over the damp strands of her hair, still placed atop her shoulder as they usually are. With a sigh, she tries a weak, ]

It's not too cold where you come from, is it?

[ Because she can't think of any other reason why people would be so dedicated to stealing clothing. ]