[Ultimately, even though Naminé's had plenty of time to get sick of silence, she can still appreciate it. Introversion is both her natural state and a force of habit, at this point, and the fact of the matter is that despite quickly stacking up a number of positive social experiences in Cerealia that she would scarcely have been able to imagine before, people have a tendency to make her nervous. (Not that one would know it, looking at her now; she's as calm as can be and about as comfortable as she ever looks.) And if such a day should come as he ever has cause to find out why she is the way she is, it'll... probably be kind of sad, but the girl's gotta open up some time, right?]
Well, as long as you're giving it your best. [Said with open amusement and a laugh threatened below her voice. Along a slow, inaudible exhale, she thereafter sobers back into thoughtful attention as he continues. She seems to give her answer thorough consideration before speaking it, a soft hum under her breath.]
Sometimes... there isn't anything you can do to help. [And it's Roxas she thinks of, too. Of how she always wished she could do more for him, could make things easier, could make it so he didn't have to suffer, didn't have to sacrifice. She tried her best, but she knew that in the end there really was no getting around what had to happen, no matter how unpleasant it might be for all parties involved.] At least, nothing that can fix what's really wrong.
[Her fingers curl together, lips pursing slightly in thought. There's a hint of a downturn at the corners of them.] But-- when that happens, all you can do is try your hardest to be there for them anyway. There may not be a right thing to say. Sometimes the answer is just to give them time, or space, or.... [Her thoughts have begun to stray in a direction she doesn't care for; her brows draw together just for a moment and then she's forcing them apart again, urging neutrality back into her expression and thought processes both.] ... help take their mind off of what's bothering them. Words aren't always the best choice.
[And certainly not the only choice. (Listening, however, she would still maintain as not being optional.)]
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Well, as long as you're giving it your best. [Said with open amusement and a laugh threatened below her voice. Along a slow, inaudible exhale, she thereafter sobers back into thoughtful attention as he continues. She seems to give her answer thorough consideration before speaking it, a soft hum under her breath.]
Sometimes... there isn't anything you can do to help. [And it's Roxas she thinks of, too. Of how she always wished she could do more for him, could make things easier, could make it so he didn't have to suffer, didn't have to sacrifice. She tried her best, but she knew that in the end there really was no getting around what had to happen, no matter how unpleasant it might be for all parties involved.] At least, nothing that can fix what's really wrong.
[Her fingers curl together, lips pursing slightly in thought. There's a hint of a downturn at the corners of them.] But-- when that happens, all you can do is try your hardest to be there for them anyway. There may not be a right thing to say. Sometimes the answer is just to give them time, or space, or.... [Her thoughts have begun to stray in a direction she doesn't care for; her brows draw together just for a moment and then she's forcing them apart again, urging neutrality back into her expression and thought processes both.] ... help take their mind off of what's bothering them. Words aren't always the best choice.
[And certainly not the only choice. (Listening, however, she would still maintain as not being optional.)]