Sora leans in just as conspiratorially. What? If a friend has a secret to tell you, you gotta take them seriously! That's just how it is.
"Whoa... you know, I never thought about it that way before! You're right. That makes Goofy one of a kind." He'd been kind of worried about meeting other people from what he remembers as "home", but having Naminé here, smiling and telling jokes as though she'd just come back from a trip from a long way away, but not long or far enough for the distance to separate them is... much kinder than he'd been expecting.
He doesn't know who Naminé is, but he knows he likes her. It's like how caring for Kairi and Riku is more and less than memory and feeling and more and more like just a part of who he is. Naminé seems to be the same way. It's caring as easy as breathing, or blinking, or falling asleep when you're warm and safe. It's surprisingly uncomplicated. Sora likes that.
This place is a little less kind than this feeling, and definitely not the type of place he'd wanted Naminé or Riku or anyone to be, but at least they aren't alone in the dark here. There's the bonfire, though, and their lanterns. And lights in their hearts that couldn't go out, of course. As far as Sora was concerned, they were set.
Set. Oh! "That's right! Naminé, where are you staying? After the snow stops, we need to take you there." He frowns in determination. "I mean, you probably just got here, so maybe we should stop by the general store to pick up more winter clothes for you, but after that, I'll walk you wherever you need to go."
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"Whoa... you know, I never thought about it that way before! You're right. That makes Goofy one of a kind." He'd been kind of worried about meeting other people from what he remembers as "home", but having Naminé here, smiling and telling jokes as though she'd just come back from a trip from a long way away, but not long or far enough for the distance to separate them is... much kinder than he'd been expecting.
He doesn't know who Naminé is, but he knows he likes her. It's like how caring for Kairi and Riku is more and less than memory and feeling and more and more like just a part of who he is. Naminé seems to be the same way. It's caring as easy as breathing, or blinking, or falling asleep when you're warm and safe. It's surprisingly uncomplicated. Sora likes that.
This place is a little less kind than this feeling, and definitely not the type of place he'd wanted Naminé or Riku or anyone to be, but at least they aren't alone in the dark here. There's the bonfire, though, and their lanterns. And lights in their hearts that couldn't go out, of course. As far as Sora was concerned, they were set.
Set. Oh! "That's right! Naminé, where are you staying? After the snow stops, we need to take you there." He frowns in determination. "I mean, you probably just got here, so maybe we should stop by the general store to pick up more winter clothes for you, but after that, I'll walk you wherever you need to go."