[She paused in her step again as he caught her eyes. As if it were the first time she had really seen him, standing there as if only an apparition. Ironic in the sense of the look on her own face as if she were facing an old ghost. But if she had any intention of moving on, his doing had dismissed the thought. Because with her attention back on them, another wave of different faces flitted through Xion and recognition seemed to snap to Naminé's own features. Concern finally seeming to befit her own. Not panicked but rather realized. And despite what Roxas had to say, Naminé made her way over.

She stopped when she was a few feet off from them though, not daring to get any closer. The Roxae she had met here were all pretty different. And that was just putting it lightly. But either way, she wasn't about to risk breaking the rest of the distance. Not without explanation anyway. Which was why she had stepped up in the first place. As she eyed Xion carefully, she noted:]

She just arrived here, didn't she. [Her voice calm but knowing. Like she had seen something like this before.] If she continues like this... she won't wake up. Her memories need to be rechained. [She studied Xion's face a beat before drawing back to focus on Roxas again, her mouth a thin line. Eyes clouded in thought. But underneath there seemed to be a question of his approval. Ironic considering the circumstances in which Roxas himself was prone to knowing her. The one he knew never really gave him that choice... but then she didn't seem to have the power that this one sounded as if she possessed either.]