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[seasaltblues]

[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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[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....

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[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.]