Why did he always look like a he was striken with fear whenever she approached him? She'd never understand it... nor how his face seemed to turn an interesting shade of crimson. She nearly pulled her hand back as he stuttered, but he seemed to finally gain feeling in his fingers, closing his hand around hers. How was this any different from when they helped one another up during battle, she wondered?

Her hands were smaller, softer-- something that used to bother Naoto while she was hiding her gender, but she was learning to accept. She gave his hand a brief squeeze but tilted her head at his reply.

"...If anything, you seem more jittery now, at least verbally. Are you alright?"

Admittedly, she was starting to feel calmer herself... how peculiar.