[The girl is aware he's usually quite well-prepared for such things, but she also knows he's been in the tower for a while, and recently, it's been one long, continuous fight - surely she can be forgiven for being afraid he might be running low. Nevermind the apparently endless supply he carts around when he hangs out with Sora in the World That Never Was.]
[Her eyes light on the potion and then flit back to him. She wants to protest, to say that he should keep it, but she knows she'll slow him down if she doesn't do something to help herself keep up.]
[She might still have rejected the offer if she wasn't aware of just that; he doesn't want anything to happen to her. The less he has to worry about that, the better. It says more about him than it does about her. It's hard for her to admit to herself that she might have value to someone, and so she couches the idea of his consideration in the fact that she is, after all, the shadow of someone else he cares for. Thinking of saying that out loud, though, makes her uncomfortable, because some part of her knows she should have more faith in him than that (and does).]
[Finally, she lets out a quiet exhale and smiles faintly at his amusement, and, in a way, herself. Silly girl, you know better than to think he'll suddenly stop believing he did the right thing because you don't think he should have let himself get hurt for your sake. She reaches out and takes the offered potion with a quiet,] Thank you. [It's some consolation that she doesn't need to use too much of it.]
[When she looks up again, it's with an attempt at a better smile and a(n intended to be) teasing,] You'd better be. [Except she really does mean it, although it's not nearly as pushy as it could be.]
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Nevermind the apparently endless supply he carts around when he hangs out with Sora in the World That Never Was.][Her eyes light on the potion and then flit back to him. She wants to protest, to say that he should keep it, but she knows she'll slow him down if she doesn't do something to help herself keep up.]
[She might still have rejected the offer if she wasn't aware of just that; he doesn't want anything to happen to her. The less he has to worry about that, the better. It says more about him than it does about her.
It's hard for her to admit to herself that she might have value to someone, and so she couches the idea of his consideration in the fact that she is, after all, the shadow of someone else he cares for. Thinking of saying that out loud, though, makes her uncomfortable, because some part of her knows she should have more faith in him than that (and does).][Finally, she lets out a quiet exhale and smiles faintly at his amusement, and, in a way, herself.
Silly girl, you know better than to think he'll suddenly stop believing he did the right thing because you don't think he should have let himself get hurt for your sake.She reaches out and takes the offered potion with a quiet,] Thank you. [It's some consolation that she doesn't need to use too much of it.][When she looks up again, it's with an attempt at a better smile and a(n intended to be) teasing,] You'd better be. [Except she really does mean it, although it's not nearly as pushy as it could be.]