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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.]

I-I'm okay!

....

[She's just going to try to help him up. He's probably about to get put back on the bed.]

[But he's sick of that thing D:]

[He'll be sicker of the carpet if he keeps going like this. ~~At least eat something, man.~~ She just. Sets him down, pauses, then goes back to get the food without saying anything.]

[POUTING :c so sick hhhh]

[Don't you pout like that, it's for your own good. Here, eat your dinner. At least he's not alone; she's just be sitting next to him to eat her own meal after she hands him his.]

[OH FINE. Once he takes a bite though, he's quickly stuffing his face. Even when he's two months magically comatosed, that's two months lack of food.]

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