"I ..." Naminé stared at it, and then looked up at Reno, and then stared at it again, shaking her head. "In his sleep? So Roxas is ... there, but ..."

Couldn't step forward to write his own note? That would make sense. What else had she expected? Roxas was staying in the back, observing, but not participating. Just like she would.

It was better than fading into darkness, and she was only feeling sorry for herself. She cleared her throat and tried to find something to say.