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As soon as Lea was steady, Isa wrapped an arm around his middle to help support him.
He smiled to try and hide the worry he felt. He’d arrived just in time to find Lea injured after the fight, and he’d felt as though his heart was going to stop at the sight, though he’d hidden his reaction well.
“Nonsense. You just need more practice, and to be more careful,” he gently chided as he began to walk slowly, supporting Lea all the way. He could imagine that it would be a difficult transition though. Lea was used to dual-wielding long-range weapons and a keyblade... well, it was a one-handed weapon more fit for close combat. It was not an insignificant change.
“I’ll take you home. I could patch you up if you’d like. It’ll be like when we were kids.” Of course, back then, Isa had not had to patch up anything worse than a few scrapes and cuts from Lea’s roughhousing.















