[ Relief isn't the right word for what he feels. He's only glad that he doesn't feel the urge to go talk to Sora right now, had it been the case that Sora had gotten more upset over what happened than Naminé had. He's also not glad that Naminé is upset, even now, but he's here and so at least...

He pulls her against his chest and holds her. There are days he's bitter and frustrated and seeing nightmares about that visage of Larxene telling him there was a whole other part of his life that had been overwritten. Then there are days like this where he almost wonders if forgetting left him better off in the end, despite his attempts to stop existing entirely. He can't know everything she went through but now it kind of feels like Sora may know more than he does. That's another bitter pill he tries to push away for now. His only consolation is knowing - now - that Sora wouldn't try to upset Naminé on purpose. ]

You've already faced way more than you should have had to, and survived it.

[ When he didn't, for one. ]

We said we were going to start fresh here, weren't we? You don't have to forget, but you don't have to remember it when you don't want to either. You could have told Sora no - I think he would have understood.

[ It's why he's not asking now, hot on the heels of things that upset her. ]