[ For some, the sight of Link's ripped and bloody clothing alone would have been enough to prompt an outburst. But Naminé, no matter the fragility in her own appearance, has witnessed a thing or two in her time, and purses her mouth shut against the instinctive gasp as her eyes follow the visible trail of what must, at one point, have been significant injuries. Her grip on the door tightens, brows pinching together, yet gives her greeting just the same.
Because he is still upright, isn't he? That's the logic she uses to comfort herself, at least, in spite of the way her skin pales just a little in what could be dread as she registers the sheer amount of damage to his clothing - and potentially, then, his person. Her color doesn't really recover even with his verbal reassurance, but it softens her expression nevertheless as she pauses, forcing her fingers to relax. And maybe it really is silly to behave so casually, but it's better than the alternative, isn't it? Whatever's just happened to this poor fellow must have been pretty bad to experience in the first place, so why make it worse with a strong reaction? No matter her own feelings, her own distress, she can try to keep a straight face for his sake - bite back the questions and the fretting in favor of action. Hesitating as she watches his self-conscious motion, though, Naminé's more sure of the course of action than how to apply it. Finally, falteringly, she manages to admit an almost-wry, ]
If it were... I suppose I would have had to meet you at the bottom of the stairs instead.
[ It's hard to imagine him having made it to the door of her treehouse otherwise - or to the walkway at the base, either, but... there's a limit to how far she'll stretch the strained humor at a time like this. Her attempt at an accompanying smile is weak and quick to drop; making no further delay, the young lady steps back from the door, pulling it along with her enough to open it for Link to pass through. ]
Please, come in. Everything's ready in the kitchen.
[ What she means by that, he'll find, is that she's already taken the liberty of retrieving a few of her medical supplies and setting them out on the kitchen island, so as to be prepared in case there's an injury she can't mend magically. It's a precaution more than anything else - although there's also a plate containing a meager number of days old cookies, as mentioned. (They're not lollipops, but perhaps they'll do in a pinch.)
Beside the island are a few seats that clearly belong there; judging by the way Naminé proceeds that direction, Link's free to take his pick of them to sit down on. ]
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Date: 2023-02-17 12:09 am (UTC)Because he is still upright, isn't he? That's the logic she uses to comfort herself, at least, in spite of the way her skin pales just a little in what could be dread as she registers the sheer amount of damage to his clothing - and potentially, then, his person. Her color doesn't really recover even with his verbal reassurance, but it softens her expression nevertheless as she pauses, forcing her fingers to relax. And maybe it really is silly to behave so casually, but it's better than the alternative, isn't it? Whatever's just happened to this poor fellow must have been pretty bad to experience in the first place, so why make it worse with a strong reaction? No matter her own feelings, her own distress, she can try to keep a straight face for his sake - bite back the questions and the fretting in favor of action. Hesitating as she watches his self-conscious motion, though, Naminé's more sure of the course of action than how to apply it. Finally, falteringly, she manages to admit an almost-wry, ]
If it were... I suppose I would have had to meet you at the bottom of the stairs instead.
[ It's hard to imagine him having made it to the door of her treehouse otherwise - or to the walkway at the base, either, but... there's a limit to how far she'll stretch the strained humor at a time like this. Her attempt at an accompanying smile is weak and quick to drop; making no further delay, the young lady steps back from the door, pulling it along with her enough to open it for Link to pass through. ]
Please, come in. Everything's ready in the kitchen.
[ What she means by that, he'll find, is that she's already taken the liberty of retrieving a few of her medical supplies and setting them out on the kitchen island, so as to be prepared in case there's an injury she can't mend magically. It's a precaution more than anything else - although there's also a plate containing a meager number of days old cookies, as mentioned. (They're not lollipops, but perhaps they'll do in a pinch.)
Beside the island are a few seats that clearly belong there; judging by the way Naminé proceeds that direction, Link's free to take his pick of them to sit down on. ]