Levi stretched out on the improvised bed he’d set up for himself on the floor with a couple of the blankets the three of them had grabbed from the linen closet the night prior. The smell of fresh food helped to motivate him, as he sat up and stretched his arms out across his chest one at a time. He looked around, half expecting to be met with his bedroom, or a campsite on the beach, or the floor of one of the others’ places. That all that mess with the heartless and the loss of Destiny Island had just been a long nightmare. But no, the floor of the Blue Room had been his cot, as he looked around the occupied bed and couch, before making his way out of the room. He probably could’ve gone in search of his own room, but he chose to share a bedroom with his friends for one more time.

Unlike he’d been expecting, Levi found himself to be less sore than he’d anticipated. Chalking it up to either the keyblade or Morgan’s magic, though unsure of which as of yet. As part of his brief walk to the source of the delicious smell, Levi swung his right hand out absentmindedly, summoning [i]True Light’s Flight[/i] to his hand for a moment. He examined the large silver key for a few more steps, before dismissing the weapon with a thought.

The Munny that had been laid out for them the night prior was a kind enough farewell gift. While he was less than excited to be going out and facing down the heartless with two companions didn’t know, he needed their ship if nothing else. And they had helped him and his friends back in the plaza, so he at least knew he could work with them. The both of them, Donald and Goofy, seemed well-adjusted to this Heartless mess, at least. He could trust experience even if he didn’t know them as well as he would’ve liked to.

Being greeted with hot food once he descended the stairs didn’t hurt, either.

He seated himself with a few biscuits that were covered with a sausage gravy, and a pitcher of water for the table. Levi listened to Hoshi and Lucian passively as he ate, but didn’t involve himself. He just wanted to enjoy being with his friends, and having the certainty that at least most of them were safe.

As much as it was eating at Levi that they still weren’t sure if Alias was safe, he chose to focus on what he could control in that moment. After all, Alias was a tough kid, and he was sure Alias could get himself out of almost any situation he found himself in…

[i][color=82ca9d]…back on the island. But this isn’t the island anymore. There isn’t a safety net to catch him if he falls. What if he gets caught up in a heartless invasion? If they come in as much force as they tried to take Traverse Town with, can Alias stand on his own?[/color][/i]

He didn’t realize how tightly he’d been clutching his utensils until he recognized the slight pang of pain from his fingernails starting to dig into his palms. It brought him back to reality, though. He couldn’t control what Alias was going to do. Just like he couldn’t control what anyone else around him was going to do. What he could control was how he responded to it, so he tucked that fear away, and just silently focused on what was in front of him: A warm meal.