"Uh..." Ventus pauses, eyes wide and puzzled. "It's night time?" He says, like that explains anything. Like that...literally means anything. Ventus always goes to bed when he's told, ok. He's a naive and good natured twelve year old, and night time is for sleeping.

The pull is back, stronger then ever, as Vanitas staggers close and Ventus reaches a hand out for a second.

"You're hurt..." Its a statement, not a question. "Who..who are you. Do I know you?" Looking at Vanitas, how he moves, his outline...it makes a strange feeling bubble up in his chest. Fear and a glorious trepidation, like the world beneath him opening up to swallow him. Things feel fuzzy and indistinct, something pressing into the back of his mind.

It's only half a second, but Ventus quickly looks away, running a hand through his hair as he babbles. "I-I mean! Y-you're hurt! Oh light is it my fault, I know I'm not good at Aero spells I was just worried you'd jump. Ok I'm good I mean the spell was strong but thats the problem--Aqua says I need to work on "motor control" or something but thats not the point." He grabs the hem of his beloved lobster shirt, trying to tear the end of it off like he saw Terra do once, and failing miserably. "I'm sorry--do you need a bandage? I'm not supposed to practice healing magic alone, but I can do bruises pretty well!"