[ Context or no, Naminé knows there must be some meaning to the words for Link. As such, though she blinks up at him with uncertain eyes, she still gathers those names carefully into her memory, tucking them neatly into place for later. To some extent, it's always the case these days that she has to learn other people in bits and pieces, but with Link - she gets the feeling that the segments of that particular puzzle will always be small and numerous and oddly shaped, and that forming them into an accurate picture will take patience and effort. (She's not at all reluctant to face the challenge; if she had cause to compare it to that all-at-once knowing her powers foisted upon her back when she used them more often, she'd probably find that she prefers it this way.)
So, although in this moment she can't form an entire and coherent idea in her mind of what he intends to say, she'll still offer a thoughtful nod. Whatever he's talking about, it sounds an awful lot like he's grieving, and the least she can do is be kind.
But speaking of heavy topics... It shouldn't come as a surprise that the answer to her question is approximately as much so. She's quick to murmur an apology as he flinches, hand momentarily drawing back from his injury. Her arm hovers where she's left it as she listens, brows smoothing first in understanding and then lowering slightly as she recognizes his tone. ]
Then I suppose he found one, [ she notes finally, grimly, after a beat of solemn silence. There's no humor or bravado in it; she's already picked up on the implication of what the end result was, even if she'd prefer not to solidify it in her own mind. Her shoulders sink as she exhales, eyes far off as she considers things a moment, hand still lifted. ]
That must have been what all the commotion was about. [ It's the end of a thought; the one that follows, when she looks up, is-- ] The man, was he...
[ Perhaps to keep herself busy just as much as to ease what remains of Link's discomfort more quickly, she takes that beat of hesitation to return to her work, carefully dabbing at the new section of his wound again. ]
... Out of his mind? It wouldn't be the first time that someone lost control.
[ And frankly, she'd prefer to imagine that being the reason for it all, rather than that someone deliberately wanted to do harm to others at random. ]
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So, although in this moment she can't form an entire and coherent idea in her mind of what he intends to say, she'll still offer a thoughtful nod. Whatever he's talking about, it sounds an awful lot like he's grieving, and the least she can do is be kind.
But speaking of heavy topics... It shouldn't come as a surprise that the answer to her question is approximately as much so. She's quick to murmur an apology as he flinches, hand momentarily drawing back from his injury. Her arm hovers where she's left it as she listens, brows smoothing first in understanding and then lowering slightly as she recognizes his tone. ]
Then I suppose he found one, [ she notes finally, grimly, after a beat of solemn silence. There's no humor or bravado in it; she's already picked up on the implication of what the end result was, even if she'd prefer not to solidify it in her own mind. Her shoulders sink as she exhales, eyes far off as she considers things a moment, hand still lifted. ]
That must have been what all the commotion was about. [ It's the end of a thought; the one that follows, when she looks up, is-- ] The man, was he...
[ Perhaps to keep herself busy just as much as to ease what remains of Link's discomfort more quickly, she takes that beat of hesitation to return to her work, carefully dabbing at the new section of his wound again. ]
... Out of his mind? It wouldn't be the first time that someone lost control.
[ And frankly, she'd prefer to imagine that being the reason for it all, rather than that someone deliberately wanted to do harm to others at random. ]