"It's okay." At least, Demyx is relatively fine. He's not hurt or anything, at least not visibly, just a little out of it.

The hallway is white on white, the shadows only being the break in the monotony. It's probably the most castle in existance. Xemnas had a head start on them so it might not be that surprising for someone to peer around the corner and look at them.

It's another child, this one probably Demyx's age. His hair on one side is long enough to hide half of his face. He's small and thin, actually a little taller than Demyx, although in the end Demyx would win that game by a bout an inch. In his arms are three books piled and he's being cautious and curious. He's wearing the same coat that Xemnas had been, and that Demyx when Maeve met him was wearing. Seems to be the official uniform.