"And you're you!" Which to Roxas means Sora isn't a faerie, and he thought Sora meant he's not a harpy. Neither seemed to realize they're not at all on the same track.

Until Sora responded to the line of questions.

And he's left just... staring at Sora, wondering what he's spewing about. He's not the person he had been when first he'd arrived in Ryslig. He knew how to think before he spoke now, to consider options and plan and be sensitive. He could read between the lines far more than he once had, which is to say at all. The space between the lines was telling him Sora didn't know about Ryslig, or didn't remember it.

"Y-yeah, of course..." He did his best to keep the smile plastered on his face, but he was sure the intensity visibly dimmed. "Well, let's get to it, then! I feel like if we split right now I'll never find you again."

He grabbed Sora's wrist to tug him in the direction of the Curti center for the change in housing. "How long have you been here?"