[ It's true that she wasn't prepared for this - not only the practical application of a hug, but the concept of receiving one at a time like this, too. Yet Naminé supposes Sora is a lot better at this whole 'having friends' business than she is, and he's got enough of her faith that she hasn't any inclination to question him on the matter.
Instead, she'll stiffen up just a little when he gathers her in, weight unsteady a moment until her feet extend enough to press her toes into the floor and stabilize them both. The air does go straight out of her lungs for more reasons than one, but her mouth curls into a helpless smile as she uses what small amount of her breath is left for a huff of a laugh. Her hands are still uncertain, yet there's direction, now, in mimicking him; she wraps her arms around his midsection in response, far more gently but with no less sincerity as her hands tuck past each other to close the loop. (Perhaps she ought to have gone higher instead, she realizes too late. It's of little matter now, anyway, when the embrace is managed just the same.)
She doesn't quite know where to put her head, so it falls naturally to rest on Sora's shoulder, readily presented as it is. Eyes fully damp, now, and swimming with warm water that she has no real cause to regret when he's not looking at her to catch it, Naminé confirms quietly, ]
... Mm. I guess you have.
[ She's always believed in him - that he could find his way back to her, some day. It was only ever herself she didn't put any stock in, but in hindsight it seems silly; he did promise, after all. ]
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Instead, she'll stiffen up just a little when he gathers her in, weight unsteady a moment until her feet extend enough to press her toes into the floor and stabilize them both. The air does go straight out of her lungs for more reasons than one, but her mouth curls into a helpless smile as she uses what small amount of her breath is left for a huff of a laugh. Her hands are still uncertain, yet there's direction, now, in mimicking him; she wraps her arms around his midsection in response, far more gently but with no less sincerity as her hands tuck past each other to close the loop. (Perhaps she ought to have gone higher instead, she realizes too late. It's of little matter now, anyway, when the embrace is managed just the same.)
She doesn't quite know where to put her head, so it falls naturally to rest on Sora's shoulder, readily presented as it is. Eyes fully damp, now, and swimming with warm water that she has no real cause to regret when he's not looking at her to catch it, Naminé confirms quietly, ]
... Mm. I guess you have.
[ She's always believed in him - that he could find his way back to her, some day. It was only ever herself she didn't put any stock in, but in hindsight it seems silly; he did promise, after all. ]