[he offered mostly because he didn't want to put Roxas through having to say the words again. Possibly more than once.

Sighing, Ning steps back from him, and then crouches down to be on his level, elbows resting on his knees.]

Anything you want, you know where to find us. We ain't goin' nowhere. If ya want Gaius to make you somethin', or Cyn to let ya play with the poots, whatever. I got no right to tell ya how to feel, or how to handle it - everybody mourns different.