[Never having considered herself particularly distracting, Naminé is quite unaware that he's preoccupied for any reason other than needing to place his feet; she wasn't, after all, since she's taken it upon herself to be lookout. Her eyes are enormously round as she gets a front-row seat to the incoming assault, and she sees that very same arrow getting all too near. She has just enough time to start worrying that he might not dodge before he ducks and she, by extension, gets drawn down with him, letting out a quiet squeak.]
[Goodness, that was close. Much closer than she likes - half because of how nerve-wracking it is not to be able to move much under her own power and half on some almost protective instinct, she finally removes one of her arms from where it's been pressed against her body and places it on one of his shoulders; wouldn't block much, but she likes the idea of getting shot in the arm way better than the idea of him taking an arrow to the back. Frowning, she gives their attackers what might constitute an actual glare. (And it's a relief to hear that they're making progress, but--)]
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[Goodness, that was close. Much closer than she likes - half because of how nerve-wracking it is not to be able to move much under her own power and half on some almost protective instinct, she finally removes one of her arms from where it's been pressed against her body and places it on one of his shoulders; wouldn't block much, but she likes the idea of getting shot in the arm way better than the idea of him taking an arrow to the back. Frowning, she gives their attackers what might constitute an actual glare. (And it's a relief to hear that they're making progress, but--)]
Are you alright--?