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[There's a new face among the Dressing Room. On the floor in the room that simulates Never Was, mind you, and unconscious. Which is probably a good thing considering fragments, blue in color, are still collecting, creating her form. Most of herself has been retained by then though. All that's left are her legs and they'll probably recollect before anyone draws near. Her hood is up, but the small frame makes it pretty obvious who it could be for anyone who would know her.]

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[Her own body definitely.. definitely was feeling similarly. How long had she been out of it? Mm... Yet another thing to consider asking later. But for the moment... she started towards her own foothold on the world. A bit on the slow side though. Feeling sluggish... Whatever had happened had definitely ate up some of her usual energy. So when he offered that hand out to her, she gratefully took it. Looking to him with that same quiet smile. One that murmured a gratitude that didn't need to be spoken.]

Alright... Sounds. Sounds good...

[Reaffirming her grip on his hand... or was she squeezing it in assurance? Either way, she was carefully collecting herself to her feet then. At least attempting to. Roxas wasn't the only one dealing with the sleeping foot issue- only it was more of a leg. And how it gave out under her just as she put her weight onto it and she found herself nearly collapsing- catching herself the last moment but not before she had her other hand reached out, gripping his other arm for support. One awkward sort of half laugh later.] Guess... Guess I should take it a little easier....

[He'd nodded once they decided on a course of action, his hand squeezing back subconsciously as he shifted his weight a little to provide some better stability. Thankfully, he figured that if he was feeling not-entirely-balanced, she wouldn't be faring much better.

The instant Xion's balance gave out, he quickly moved, bringing his other arm into play so he could catch her -though it seemed that she was already thinking the same thing when her other hand reached out and grabbed onto it. Her half-laugh met with a playful grin.]

Yeah, it'll make more sense once we find an inn or something, but you've been through a lot.

[Roxas adjusts his footing and position, bringing Xion's arm over his shoulder and supporting her by reaching across her back and curling his hand to find purchase on her side. Admittedly, the closeness had the side-effect of making him feel that strange, somewhat pleasant awkwardness, but compared to all he'd just been feeling over the past however long had passed? That was a welcome sensation.]

Come on, I thought I saw a moogle not too far from here. It should be able to point us toward a place to stay.

[Xion nodded just a little at his first comment... trying her best to straighten out her footing enough to stand on her own. At least that had been the intent. But then he was collecting her arm and pulling it carefully around him, supplying her with his support. Something... that while she at first considered waving off, another knee-give later and she was feeling very fortunate that he had found her side with his other hand before then.

For a moment, she simply leaned against him. Quietly... content to just be there. To be... with him. Just a moment of selfishness. He wouldn't mind, would he? She... She hoped not. It was only a fleeting moment anyway- before she ducked her head until it was sunk against his shoulder, feeling somewhat abashed. An inn... He mentioned an inn, right? Although she wasn't sure what that was... she guessed as much that it was a place to stay.]

Right....

[When he felt her balance give again, he didn't call any attention to it; merely standing there and supporting Xion as best as he could. There was that strange feeling again, that particular sensation of closeness that he couldn't quite put his finger on. It was nice, without a doubt. It was also familiar and yet... and yet it was different. He really didn't have the luxury of thinking too deeply on things, but it was like being genuinely needed by someone.

So he was quiet, contenting himself to enjoying that feeling of having her close -of meaning something to someone other than just being a means to an end. At least she was one of perhaps two people in the world that ever thought of him as such.

Some part of Roxas really wanted to count Naminé into that lot, but he honestly found that he couldn't. And he certainly wasn't counting the one that'd just helped them; it was really their first encounter, so he couldn't even fathom why she'd rendered aide in the first place. Not that it diminished his gratitude in the least.

When she spoke up again, it yanked his attention back to the present as he offered his friend something of a sideways smile, making sure she was properly balanced before getting underway.]

Alright, I know you're probably a little wobbly-feeling, so if you need to lean, go right ahead.

I'm not going anywhere.

[Appreciably, it doesn't take them very long to find one of those omnipresent Moogles acting as a combination shop and information dealer. Contrary to how nearly useless it'd been on their arrival, once he mentioned that all they were looking for was lodging, it was quick to direct them toward a rather cozy little place. Of further fortune was the explanation by the desk clerk that they didn't even have to pay any Munny while they were staying -something about accommodations being provided by the Dressing Room... whatever that meant.

Which eventually left the two emerging through the doorway for a suite well-set for two. If either had any experience traveling like this prior, they probably would appreciate the four-star quality of the room.

But considering how each must feel at the moment, it's still just a nice place to rest and put things together.]

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