[The feed cuts on to Naminé still looking a little drowsy, propping herself with an arm. She must be holding the gear with her other hand.]
What day... hn...
[There's a pause as she mentally calculates how long she's been out of it. To those who know her, her eyes seem visibly sadder.]
I'm... sorry if I worried anyone. I'm alright now. I think I fell asleep like what happened with the others. And--
[She abruptly stops when her eyes rove around though. For those who last remember though, she had
four sketches on the wall. Her grip slackens a little, which allows the camera to show what caught her attention.
There's another sketch that has been added to it. She blinks and runs a hand along it, staring, before her face breaks out into a soft smile.]