[roxas barely has any time to react before mary's flung herself at him, and frankly? he's not exactly sure what to do. fortunately, she misses the way he winces; he hit the ground hard enough to still feel it, even if it's hardly anything roxas would consider serious. he barely even sees it worthwhile to waste energy on a cure spell (though he will in a bit, just to make sure he's ready for any other threats).

for a moment, he remains somewhat frozen in place. a hug... right, this is a hug. they've done this before, though roxas has no idea this is the sort of thing that winds up warranting one. after a moment, he'll shift to return the gesture, hands gingerly resting on her back. this is okay, isn't it?]

I'm okay, really. You don't have to worry about it... that was nothin'. [he tries to reassure her as best he can, because he really doesn't want her to be worried.

even if there's something about it that feels good—when was the last time anyone was really, genuinely worried about him? he can hardly remember a time. maybe with xion? but there's something fuzzy about that conversation they once had that he can't even say for sure. nobody worries about him, but yet mary cares enough to worry about him. not ven, not sora, not anyone else he apparently has connections to. she's one of the only people who ever did that much for him, so roxas can't and doesn't take it lightly.]

Don't... be sad or scared. I've done this a lot before, nothing's gonna happen to me. [if he seems awkward about it, it's because he just legitimately has no idea what the right thing to do in this situation is.]