Naminé nodded, blinking upon the revelation of the city's name. She bit her lip as her small shoulders hunched instinctively. "Paixao..." she murmured, lowering her eyes. That sounds familiar. But for some reason, she just couldn't put her finger on it. She was sure that ominous feeling she was having, however, held a few answers.

The girl looked up at Vyers and smiled. "Thank you," she said softly. "My name is Naminé. Who are you?"