[their squirrel is a godsend, maybe. he hears it crying it out he feels naib holding on, even if his eyes are trying to close just to block out the pain and make everything stop.

but then there's the light. it's warm and real and bright, and as the glow comes from all of them and protects them he takes a gasp of air to refocus, head shooting up to gaze around.

the horde's missing, but not forever. that's enough for now. he looks to naib to make sure he's still there, but he still doesn't quite let go. this squirrel is still on sora's shoulder but he watches the stars briefly as he thinks.]

...we need to go back. We have things to live for, too. And there's still a few things we have to take care of. But you can still come with us. You don't have to be alone.

[he vaguely wonders how either of them would have done if they'd been alone with this squirrel, actually, but. hm. he turns to naib again.]

...you're okay?