[She's working toward that, herself - pushing away all the white noise in her mind in favor of helping someone else with their own. Her face is still in her hands when he finds her, and it's not until he speaks that she looks up, drawing them down partway to peek up at him.]
--....
[There's a part of her, ironically or otherwise, that is ashamed. It's not so much to been seen physically as she is now, but rather that she should be found curled up like this. She's not sure if it's worse or better when she realizes with a jolt that it's Riku. It would be hard for her not to, really. She's too familiar with both his appearance and his heart. Her fingers curl inward, not forming fists so much as closed hands.]
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[There's a part of her, ironically or otherwise, that is ashamed. It's not so much to been seen physically as she is now, but rather that she should be found curled up like this. She's not sure if it's worse or better when she realizes with a jolt that it's Riku. It would be hard for her not to, really. She's too familiar with both his appearance and his heart. Her fingers curl inward, not forming fists so much as closed hands.]
... Riku.
[And she falters, then, but it's brief, and,]
... You, too?