Instead of fuss, what Kairi got was a smile and one of his hands going over hers, like Riku was assuring that he'd be fine after a bit of rest. "I'll be all right, it's already healing itself..." he did let Kairi steady him though as he responded to Sora, considering what exactly he needed to do right now. Sitting down seemed like a good idea, so he let his orange eyes skim over the area for a moment. Instead of settling on a bench or anything of the like nearby, they landed on the blonde girl and he tilted his head. No form of familiarity struck through his features. And while he might've looked like his clone, his clothing was different and his eyes as well.

"Paixao, yeah..." he paused, though, and frowned. He had a lot of things he had to explain to Sora and Kairi, but did he want someone else hearing them?

Maybe he did. Maybe if he told someone else, they would tell another, and it would grapevine until whatever the Organization was doing could be stopped by mere fact that word was traveling about them and what they were. Smart boy, Ansem murmered in his head, and he would've swatted at the air as though to dismiss him, if it weren't for the fact he'd rather not worry the two more then he already was.