[ Naminé gives the faintest of starts at the mysterious form's arrival, mouth shaping into an 'o' as she studies it and the process for which it was summoned. ]

So you're--

[ '-- like Yu,' she doesn't say, because as similar as it looked she never does like jumping to conclusions. Still, it sticks in her mind as markedly comparable. Lips pressing together again, she remains thoughtful, a hand curling against her mouth. Except it's already done her some good, this supposed protection; whether it would do any good or not - and she hopes they won't have to find out regardless of the outcome - it gives her at least a little peace of mind. Something in her posture relaxes subtly. ]

That's quite a talent. I don't know whether it'll work, but-- you're right. It is worth a shot.

[ Although reflecting might imply that it comes back at the caster. That's a possibility that she recognizes but pays little mind to; she'd rather herself suffer the consequences than someone else, as frightening as she knows her own abilities to be. Growing slightly more somber, she adds, ]

I'm sorry about all of this. I know it must be inconvenient for you.