[ Naminé's wholly unaware that he's unaware of who she is, and gives a hesitant smile. ]

I'm glad you weren't really frightened, then. I've been trying to stay out of trouble, but... it's hard when I blend in like this, now.

[ At his offer of removing the water, though - she's quick to shake her head, before she's had the chance to actually think about it. There's still water dripping off of her, but she's not actually doing anything to change that. ]

No - I'm okay. I don't mind.

[ It's kind of nice, actually, which is a thought so weird that Naminé purses her mouth and keeps it from being spoken aloud. (Is this really what it's like to be a plant...?) After attempting to clear her throat only to find that's not as anatomically feasible right now as it used to be, she adds, ]

Have the leaves been giving you trouble? I was hoping they might listen to me if I asked them to stop, but it doesn't seem to be working.