notmeanttoexiist:

             ”N-Nothing.  I’m — f-fine.”

                       Which is to day — a Darkside had happened, and she had been alone and unprepared.  To say she is bruised all over would be fair, and she is sure that she’s bleeding somewhere beneath her coat.

                                 Still.  She { hates } to see Namine worry.

         _{”Don’t lie.”}

                  _{Words said so easily and effortlessly though she normally would not call another out on a lie. But her eyebrows were furrowed and her eyes saturated with worry and her hands were flitting about like restless birds unsure of where to land, touching Xion’s shoulders and then her arms and then her head.}

                                            _{There was almost nothing Naminé hated more than seeing her hurt.}

                           _{”Can you walk?”}

                                                      _{( Her voice was softer that time, gentler. )}