[He nods faintly, rather grateful for that cure spell. The wounds healed at least somewhat, the burn stinging less. Riku nuzzles Sora's arm in a silent 'thank you.' He can't use Cure Potion in this form, nor his or Xehanort's darkness. In fact, if it weren't for those voices... he'd say that the Heartless had been expelled by the curse.]

Don't hold it against him until after this week's over. The Lea I knew before wasn't like this. [Scared as hell, weak, and well acquainted with the feeling of uselessness, maybe. Fearful of his own shadow, not so much.]

...Sora. [He knows that tone far too well- it's the same one that always taints his own, lately. Hope you don't mind him resting his head on your lap as he looks up, trying to make eye contact.] Don't. Just don't start.

['Don't start blaming yourself for what someone else did.']