Aladdin took her bowl swiftly after she was done eating, handing it to the nice woman (Marie?) to be taken care of. She quickly followed him, taking one last look back at the kitchens. So that was Hollow Bastion's kitchen... she still felt a bit overwhelmed, but even though the soup tasted good, Naminé acknowledged the fact that it made her feel worse to be in that kitchen. She was reminded of Axel, and when she saw even the faintest hint of chocolate or (heaven forbid) brownies, that familiar pang of guilt racked her poor heart.
I hope Riku is OK..., Naminé miserably thought for the hundredth time as she followed Aladdin through the castle. Well, she supposed she could ask Aladdin... Naminé knew Riku didn't like people knowing his name, but this was an emergency! Besides, Aladdin was a friend of Sora's, wasn't he? Surely, he'd know who Riku was, at least.
"U-Um... Al-Aladdin? Do you... do you ... um, well, he's a friend of... um, nevermind," She shook her head, too nervous to even get the question out. How was she going to explain how she knew Sora (Little did she know that he was a bit of a celebrity in the castle)?