Namine? Shyly talking with some of the other handmaidens. Common girls that weren't servants, but had a chance to attend to the noble ladies and princess at times. The hope would be to catch the eye of a nobleman that might want to marry them, securing their future and nobility for their children.
The Prince himself wished his parents goodnight, and his Aunt and Uncle, couldn't find his cousin so left that be, and his sister lastly.
"You were weary," Roxas reminded him. "What else can I do to sweep you off your feet?"
Roxas grinned wickedly and proceeded to lay down atop Hayner, arms and legs spread out. "I'm what? What did you say? Light as a feather?"