What Roxas had chalked it up to wasn't exactly off target considering how she was acting. Near completely focused on getting back, she had almost floundered in picking up his own feelings on the situation even as they were written clear as day on his face. Almost. But what she had realized... That only made her all the more determined. Because honestly? Roxas had seemed pretty happy in Haven. And although that wasn't at the complete forefront of her mind at the moment, it was a consideration, regardless, that drew her to press forward the way she did.

She continued quickly in her progress. Starting with the smaller pieces around first. And then doing her best to yank the bigger ones out. Sometimes pieces wouldn't move and she would have to give up on that venue but other times, luck would have it that she would dislodge one and a half dozen would tumble on after it. All the same, she worked quickly. Proficiently. Even settling a bit into the rhythm of things because she was at least doing something and Roxas was there. Had she been alone, who knew how much more brash she would have been?

But still, as time wore on and she felt her hands beginning to ache, her handle on things becoming more delicate. Sometimes dropping pieces by accident. The pieces themselves becoming harder and harder to rid of. More and more condensed. Until finally, she was met with a wall of it. Her weariness returned. A weariness that started to rise as she began to dig a little off to one side of it, finding the debris that way in the same state. Starting for the other side then. Her prior panic beginning to couple the forlorn feelings of dread.