Naminé awkwardly tried not to notice the wrist; he'd said he was all right, after all, and she shouldn't press the matter anyway. She nodded once at his suggestion. "Okay. But, uh..." She looked away for a second, trying to think of how to phrase this - they probably hadn't told him about the conditions of her stay, just like they hadn't told her about him. "I'm not really supposed to have one here... another sketchbook, I mean," she explained. After all, she still had her old one, even if she'd been instructed to leave it in her room for now.