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[...Ven, you better not be thinking about going somewhere like that. Nevertheless, she gives him a moment. ~~Still not letting go, man. HE CANNOT BE TRUSTED TO REMAIN UPRIGHT.~~]

[... frowny face.]

I told you to take care of yourself.

[... Frowny face back. Her grips starts to loosen. ~~He better not fall over. B|~~]

I-I did. I'm okay, like I said.

[Although 'okay' and 'good' are not exactly the same thing.]

[B|

Sighs. He'll take care of her again after he feels better.]

[~~Don't give her that face.~~]

....

[She tentatively lets go of his shoulders.]

How are you feeling right now?

[...Weak. Fragile-- but... happy that he's awake, and at the same time relieved, anxious, conflicted, sad, concerned-- a whole mess of things she's not capable of and so does not bother to process. Her fingers tangle together as she tries to select the word least likely to upset him ~~and most likely to be something she can actually feel~~.]

--Hungry. You must be too, right?

[Way to change the subject, there, dear.]

Yeah. And a little weak. Maybe that's why.

M-maybe.

[She stands up.]

I'll... go find something to eat.

Okay. Be careful.

I will.

[She hesitates, giving him one last look before she goes to the door and steps out, shutting it behind her. Once outside, well... she's in a hurry, and she knows she can't run that distance, so she forms a~~n unusually wavery~~ portal of darkness and is careful to close it after passing through.]

[He feels that, but he remains where he is. That's right. He better check if his powers are okay.]

[~~It didn't occur to her that he might notice; she's entirely too distracted to think clearly about it.~~ Hm.... It's times like these she wishes she knew how to cook. In the end she just settles on a couple of those microwavable dinner things. ~~Come on microwave, cook things faster. D: !~~]

[What is being stubborn. Getting to his feet shakily.]

[Dangit, Ven. Naminé takes a seat to wait for the food to finish, but even as weak as she is she can't stop feeling anxious.]

[He uses his Keyblade to prop himself up before shakily walking around. Wobble wobble--]

[--If she comes back and he's eating carpet she's going to be so upset with him. ~~Brb willing food to heat faster.~~]

[But he's hungry-- I mean. Two steps in and he falls flat on his face again.]

[DANGIT VEN WHAT DID SHE JUST ACTION BRACKETS AT YOU-- finally the food is done. She's just gonna be portalling her way back now with extremely full hands.]

[hhh he hates feeling like an invalid. Props himself up with Wayward wind again.]

[He better get back to where she put him fast because that doorknob's starting to turn.]

[Whoops.]

--!!!

[...She just nearly dropped everything.]

... h-hey?

[:D ?]

....

[Brb setting everything down and hurrying over to make sure he hasn't broken anything.]

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