She made no effort to stop him from letting go, and once her hand was free again, it and its twin clasped each other loosely. "Cardboard?" She seemed to be considering this, and not in a particularly disgusted way. She's probably had worse. "...What does cardboard taste like?" Like cardboard, Naminé.

Naminé tilted her head, brow knitting slightly. "They're still adding to it?" Funny, she didn't see or hear any construction. That's a lot of floors, but Castle Oblivion was pretty big, itself. Of course, she hadn't exactly been allowed to roam freely, so the descent ahead of her would no doubt result in achy legs and general discomfort, but she was not about to complain. "Won't you hurt yourself?" It wasn't that she doubted his skills, really! It was just that that was a looooot of stairs to kill him self on. "...And then you'd have to go back up again, anyway."