[She gives him a small, grateful smile. For him to say he trusts her after everything that's happened-- that's as meaningful as a thank you to her. As meaningful as the smile and hug he gave her, the small bits of his misadventures he'd shared. She'll have to think more about that and have a proper, happy cry over it later, once she's properly processed everything about their conversation and reunion.

As things are now, she's just trying not to fall flat on her face at his feet. Their chocobo friend is so kind as to not move while she leans on him, so she takes her time, closing her eyes and taking slow breaths. Because her powers are gone, she can't sense him trying to summon the Keyblade anymore, can only hear the failed attempt instead. It's incredibly disconcerting.

Even more so when Sora remarks on it. If he's saying that something isn't good, it definitely means they're in trouble.

Naminé opens her eyes just in time to see him shoot off a tiny Blizzard spell. It's nowhere near the power behind what he was capable before, which only adds to her worry. While it appears that they're on a farm, there's no guarantee of any civilization being close by. Sora can't possibly protect the both of them with so little magic...isn't there something she can do to help?

The strange flutter inside her chest that she'd assumed had been her new heart-- it trembles now, rising up like a tidal wave. She furrows her brows as she steps away from the chocobo, stepping up next to her friend and mimics him, stretching an arm out. Letting the energy do what it wanted to do.

Ice shoots forth from the air in front of her, then crackles and dissipates. Curious. She'd been capable of some basic elemental magic before, but this feels different from that. More...out of her control. Naminé shakes her head.]

It's not the same. I wasn't consciously forming ice magic, I just directed the energy inside me. But at least this way I can help, too.