[ It's funny - if she'd never known Link before the arm, Naminé likely wouldn't have bat an eyelash at its appearance. Her life has introduced her to all sorts of strange beings and situations, and as such, their peculiarities rarely hold her attention. Yet in this one specific case, it's so much harder to ignore not what is, but what has changed. The friend in her memory clashes just a little with the one before her now, and it feels...

Well, it hurts. Hurts imagining what he might have suffered, how much he might have suffered, between then and now. It's all futile to fret over, but it makes her feel helpless just the same.

Better to leave it, then, although the question rises as far as her throat; 'Was it an enemy you've told me about, or was it a new one?' That's of little consequence, anyhow, when the end result is the same, and so Naminé exhales her worry with a voiceless sigh. Then, softly and with renewed effort at a pleasant tone, ]

You don't care what they say, then?

[ Somehow, it's not hard to believe. ]

That's probably good. Not everyone understands what it takes to be...

[ A hero? Humming as she considers a moment whether it'd embarrass him if she said that out loud, Naminé elects to hold it back. Instead, with an apologetic smile, ]

To do what needs to be done. Sometimes it can just make you seem a little strange, on the outside.

[ And on the inside, like in Link's case. ]