[ Naminé's worries, at least, are eased by Tifa's response. Giving a nod, the blonde exhales her held breath in an almost inaudible sigh of relief. Before she can consider her own situation further, however, the older girl is already approaching, and Naminé goes briefly still as if in anticipation of something. Being scolded, perhaps? Even the Nobody herself isn't quite sure; in any case, her brows jump as her arms are grasped, but she doesn't resist the assistance. Her features suggest some amount of gratefulness, although it doesn't get fully processed before she's trying to answer Tifa's words instead.
Standing, Naminé keeps her palms turned carefully upward, fingers curled, and shakes her head the apology. ]
It's alright. You didn't do it on purpose...!
[ And there's no resentment from Naminé about it, despite the mess all around them now. Her formerly-white dress is going +to need a good wash after that, that's for certain - although it isn't the first time today. Guiltily, her eyes lower toward the detritus on the ground. ]
And I didn't exactly help matters, either.
[ Honestly, she should have thought harder about what was going on, herself. But she'd been so easily distracted, and that's-- no, perhaps it doesn't bear considering further. At Tifa's trailing question, Naminé glances back up, looks confused a moment, then says, 'oh!' ]
I'm okay, too. Just... [ Her fingers uncurl slightly, and that might be enough to display the scratches in the palm of her hand from the awkward landing; one hand planted itself on the shards of a broken plate. Her knees and hip could bruise at this rate as well, but all in all... ]
It's nothing serious.
[ Nevermind the fact that one of the cuts on her palm is definitely starting to bleed. When you've been in a place like the one she spent the last few months in, it's not a big deal unless someone's at risk of exsanguination. ]
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Standing, Naminé keeps her palms turned carefully upward, fingers curled, and shakes her head the apology. ]
It's alright. You didn't do it on purpose...!
[ And there's no resentment from Naminé about it, despite the mess all around them now. Her formerly-white dress is going +to need a good wash after that, that's for certain - although it isn't the first time today. Guiltily, her eyes lower toward the detritus on the ground. ]
And I didn't exactly help matters, either.
[ Honestly, she should have thought harder about what was going on, herself. But she'd been so easily distracted, and that's-- no, perhaps it doesn't bear considering further. At Tifa's trailing question, Naminé glances back up, looks confused a moment, then says, 'oh!' ]
I'm okay, too. Just... [ Her fingers uncurl slightly, and that might be enough to display the scratches in the palm of her hand from the awkward landing; one hand planted itself on the shards of a broken plate. Her knees and hip could bruise at this rate as well, but all in all... ]
It's nothing serious.
[ Nevermind the fact that one of the cuts on her palm is definitely starting to bleed. When you've been in a place like the one she spent the last few months in, it's not a big deal unless someone's at risk of exsanguination. ]