"I am." Naminé finished scribbling the last few lines of the spirit she was trying to commit to memory before looking up to see who had approached her. She didn't recognize him but she greeted him with a warm smile nonetheless. It was hard to see or meet everyone here but Naminé hoped that one day she'd be able to make friends with everyone.

"I saw this spirit earlier. I don't really know what will happen to them but I wanted to remember them." Things that were drawn couldn't die or be forgotten.

She paused and not knowing that he was blind made it seem like he was staring at her. "Am I in the way? I was trying to make sure I wasn't." It's hard to find a place where she can zone out and sketch without being in the way of something.