It was becoming increasingly difficult for Selphie to hide just how upset he was making hef feel, and she bowed her head to rub her face into her pillow, wiping away at any traces of tears. She wouldn't let him see her cry. The pillow was gently put aside and Selphie slowly, delicately, moved herself from the bunk. When she stood, it revealed a fuller extent on her injuries - the finger bruises on her upper arms, her wrists where the raw skin wss tender ane still trying to heal, and the long deep scratches healing up on her inside leg. She stumbled forward towards him, arms outstretched, and determined to hold him still, if he wouldn't sit down.

When she finally got close to him, she had to lean against his arm, still not used to using her legs. "He killed no one on our way out, but there were...explosions. Maybe they killed them. Maybe you did, while you were rescuing, Kairi.."