[ The answer Link's come up with might be sanitized somewhat, but Naminé is all too accustomed to reading between the lines. Her hand pauses where it rests on her hair, her expression pinching just slightly. ]

You must have been hurt badly.

[ Badly enough, anyway, which the loss of consciousness suggests. Breathing out through her nose, the lass lets her hand fall. Her eyes unconsciously follow suit, then shift to linger where his gaze visited - on that new arm of his. It doesn't occur to her that they've both done the same thing, but she's quick to scold herself for it nonetheless. Schooling her features into a wan smile, she turns it up toward him and agrees, ]

That's a relief...! I'd hate to think you had to walk around like that for too long. [ Really, she would. But given that tentative sense that there are complications she's not aware of, it feels necessary to add a hint of humor, so afterward she tacks on an almost sheepish, ] It-- might have made people talk.