"Naturally," Marluxia replied, smoothly. He stood up off the nightstand, and idly tugged his sleeves straight.

"We'll be stopping in Luxerion if you need to refresh any supplies for the journey, and if there's anything you want retrieved," he smiled, thinly, wondering how much of Vexen's life he'd left behind, and how much he might want to recover, given the opportunity, "arrangements can be made."