[Xion jumps a little in surprise. She hadn't expected him to guess, right off the bat like that. A moment later though, her shoulders slump and she bows her head, leaning into the sort of hug he's giving her.]
Roxas.
[There's something resigned, defeated, in her voice. They hadn't had much time to talk or bond this time, and he hadn't stayed very long last time either. She's afraid, afraid of what Ruana does to those who leave. But it's nothing more than a generous dollop on top of the fear she feels already, for Fey, for Yu, and all the others who've gone.
It's a different kind of grieving. She isn't crying. She's just... quiet.]
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Roxas.
[There's something resigned, defeated, in her voice. They hadn't had much time to talk or bond this time, and he hadn't stayed very long last time either. She's afraid, afraid of what Ruana does to those who leave. But it's nothing more than a generous dollop on top of the fear she feels already, for Fey, for Yu, and all the others who've gone.
It's a different kind of grieving. She isn't crying. She's just... quiet.]