Finally, Selphie breathes a sigh of acceptance. Just a wounded crew member, and in a couple of days she won't be wounded anymore. Things were getting better. And in the time he'd been there visiting her, she felt so much more relaxed and at peace that she had since the whole ordeal began. Selphie felt the tiniest movement, a quick moment where he had seemed closer, and the thought of it makes her blush, quite a bright shade of pink.

She slowly, reluctantly removes herself from him, despite the part of her that wants him to stay a little longer. She was so comfortable, felt so safe and warm. But she couldn't ask that. Besides, she was sure he had things to be doing now. When she flickers her gaze back to his, her cheeks are still slightly pink, and she is inwardly desperately wishing that they weren't. Because surely it was just an accident. Or she was really letting her imagination run away with him. "Okay. Thanks, Ikki, for coming to see me." Even if it had started with the two of them shouting at each other.