[He managed a weak chuckle in response. It wasn't ideal; both of them were injured -aside from her shoulder wound, almost identically from different causes. The sight of that little bit of black mist swirling from her injury was easily reason enough for concern on his part. He could barely keep his eyes open, but he didn't want to leave that. Not so far below the surface, he was afraid that if he left it that way, she might disappear on him again.
His body was protesting, but he leaned over and twisted a little, reaching for her shoulder with his right hand. Stopping just a little short of the injury, he coughed a little as he willed the spell to work for him.]
Cure!
[His hand glowed faintly as he gave the spell as much power as he could muster without blacking out. While he doubted he had the power to completely restore the injury, he at least wanted to staunch the flow of mist. The other times he'd seen a Nobody 'bleeding' the substance it was a significantly worse picture and always resulted in a termination. However, he didn't feel like leaving anything to chance. After the past hour or so's ordeal, he wanted them to stay together this time.
When the spell finally completed, he let himself flop into Xion's lap. Though too tired to sit himself upright again, he was still at least conscious. He wanted to speak, to say so much now that he remembered, but the simple act of breathing was a difficult ordeal. What Roxas could do at this point was to at least offer a relaxed, grateful smile... even if his current position was just a little compromising.
He didn't care at this point. For the moment, everything was fine -they were together. And when they were rested enough, he even had a few ideas on how they'd get out of there. From there, he even reasoned that if the two of them were walking around again, then somewhere, Axel must be alive somewhere too. Then he could just enjoy life with his friends again. Those two would need a change of clothes too, he mused to himself. The Organization was a bad memory to him -albiet with the sole silver lining that it was through being part of it that he made his best friends.
It hopefully wouldn't take too long to rest up... he hated this world.]
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His body was protesting, but he leaned over and twisted a little, reaching for her shoulder with his right hand. Stopping just a little short of the injury, he coughed a little as he willed the spell to work for him.]
Cure!
[His hand glowed faintly as he gave the spell as much power as he could muster without blacking out. While he doubted he had the power to completely restore the injury, he at least wanted to staunch the flow of mist. The other times he'd seen a Nobody 'bleeding' the substance it was a significantly worse picture and always resulted in a termination. However, he didn't feel like leaving anything to chance. After the past hour or so's ordeal, he wanted them to stay together this time.
When the spell finally completed, he let himself flop into Xion's lap. Though too tired to sit himself upright again, he was still at least conscious. He wanted to speak, to say so much now that he remembered, but the simple act of breathing was a difficult ordeal. What Roxas could do at this point was to at least offer a relaxed, grateful smile... even if his current position was just a little compromising.
He didn't care at this point. For the moment, everything was fine -they were together. And when they were rested enough, he even had a few ideas on how they'd get out of there. From there, he even reasoned that if the two of them were walking around again, then somewhere, Axel must be alive somewhere too. Then he could just enjoy life with his friends again. Those two would need a change of clothes too, he mused to himself. The Organization was a bad memory to him -albiet with the sole silver lining that it was through being part of it that he made his best friends.
It hopefully wouldn't take too long to rest up... he hated this world.]