Leon hadn't even thought to protest the removal. It was hard to think at all, really, as he was primarily focused on just trying to get the air in and out of his lungs. Mostly in. He hardly even noticed he was being dragged away from his friends until he was seated against the wall.

He just sat for a couple minutes, coughing and clutching at his chest until some semblance of normal breathing had returned. The breaths were heavy and gasping, but they were doing their job. A hand remained at his chest as he got his surroundings. His book was still clutched tightly in the other one, as though this was the only thing he'd had the strength to do as he'd been led away.

His heavy-lidded eyes fell on Naminé finally, and he stared simply because she was still someone unfamiliar. Where had everyone else gone? Why was he here now? Wasn't he supposed to be rescuing Ashton?

Leon opened his mouth to ask as much, but could form no words. Attempts to speak only caused him to cough more, and the hand that had been at his chest went to rub on his neck. If the weariness hadn't been enough to keep him from casting another spell anytime soon, this would be.