[Naminé studies her back, focused but not intense in that same way. (That's the thing, with Naminé - she is patient, she is unwavering, but it's a calmer, cooler sort of thing, a focus that lingers but does not demand, that is so contained as to seem in a world of its own even when it's very clearly turned on something of this world.)]

[It's not until Samantha finishes that Naminé nods, just a little bit slow but not from lack of understanding.]

Yeah... I know that feeling. It-- really is special. [And truthfully, she misses it, herself. Lost those of her world who might see fit to confide in her that way, lost her moirail, hasn't found any other who has expressed such a sentiment to her again--]

[She swallows.]

It feels good, to be trusted. [More than anyone else - but she is more one to push away such selfishness, to let it be anything more than a service provided to someone else.] ... I'll keep that in mind. Still, I... also know what it's like to make things harder on others because of your own feelings. I-- I've always hated the idea of doing that ever again.