[ Riku nods in agreement, because it's good to see her too; it felt awful and helpless to see his friends slip into an unconsciousness that couldn't be broken. In the moments while everyone was still figuring out what was going on, before the spirits arrived to attack, Riku had despaired that they had been poisoned.
He ruffles her hair, a soft and affectionate gesture, then brushes her cheek with a knuckle. He can't and won't tell her not to cry, but drying tears? That he can do. ]
[It takes her a moment to realize how quiet he's being. To realize that he'd only been communicating with her via text. She catches his hand and presses her cheek into it.]
[ He shakes his head, but he's still smiling, more to reassure her than anything else as he starts to stand. Riku takes her hand in his and moves to sit her on whatever's at hand -the edge of a bed or a chair, he isn't picky.
He sits on the floor, the better to put them a little more on even ground, pulling his tablet out of his pack. Typing, then holding up the screen to show her: ]
[Mary waits patiently as he types, settling in at the edge of the bed and fiddling with the edges of her sleeves. She frowns a little bit at the sentiment, out of an innocent sort of concern.]
I don't know. I just never saw the sun before, so I thought when I'd finally get to, it would be different. I didn't think it would hurt so badly, like how I died, but slower.
[ It's difficult to describe what Riku's expression might mean, he locks it up tight enough that he seems somber and unaffected, but his eyes go a little bit wide in realization before he casts them down. ]
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He ruffles her hair, a soft and affectionate gesture, then brushes her cheek with a knuckle. He can't and won't tell her not to cry, but drying tears? That he can do. ]
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What happened to your pretty voice?
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He sits on the floor, the better to put them a little more on even ground, pulling his tablet out of his pack. Typing, then holding up the screen to show her: ]
A spirit wanted to borrow it.
It'll come back.
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Did they ask you nicely first?
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[ A little white lie, like he used to think of stories like Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy. ]
It doesn't sound like you had a nice dream. Did you wanna talk about it?
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I don't know. I just never saw the sun before, so I thought when I'd finally get to, it would be different. I didn't think it would hurt so badly, like how I died, but slower.
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It's not supposed to.
[ He continues to type: ]
It should be warm and pleasant.
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[That's what she wanted...what she hoped.]
Hugs are warm and pleasant.