[She's a funny girl, Naminé - there's always too much going on in her head that isn't even remotely comprehensible from the outside. Like how she offers no resistance when he scoops her up but still goes weirdly stiff, arms in, once she's held. (Although she seems to relax again slightly when she glances up and catches that smile, even managing to return it for the barest of instants.) She nevertheless sounds genuine when she says,]
I believe you.
[And it's unabashed, despite how reserved she comes across as; there is no audible doubt. They're really booking in comparison to before, after all, which kind of unsettles her nerves because she is not used to moving this fast and especially not without being on her own two feet, but that's the least of her worries.]
[There are a few more projectiles of various natures headed their way - someone got their hands on a bow, looks like - but there isn't much she can do about it; she does, however, see fit to warn him (since she's the one looking over his shoulder while he runs) with an,] Incoming...!
YES SORRY that title just got me good
I believe you.
[And it's unabashed, despite how reserved she comes across as; there is no audible doubt. They're really booking in comparison to before, after all, which kind of unsettles her nerves because she is not used to moving this fast and especially not without being on her own two feet, but that's the least of her worries.]
[There are a few more projectiles of various natures headed their way - someone got their hands on a bow, looks like - but there isn't much she can do about it; she does, however, see fit to warn him (since she's the one looking over his shoulder while he runs) with an,] Incoming...!