He isn't sure why, but he doesn't mind her company. In fact, after a while he begins to almost look forward to her visits. She enters quietly and takes her seat each night. But he knows she is there without looking up. She's so quiet. And it doesn't take her long before she has fallen into a deep sleep.

She's tired. And for some reason, she seems to find the library to be a place where she can rest easy.

One night, once she has settled down on the sofa, she begins drawing. Zexion watches out of the corner of his eye. He's curious. He knows little of this girl and what purpose she serves for Marluxia and Larxene. She is a mystery to him. But certainly, she must be important to whatever plans the two members have in mind.

Her drawings aren't very good. But she seems to put a lot of effort into them. As her fingers move to color with the bright crayons, he notices that she's actually falling asleep drawing.

"Such a hard worker." He thinks, setting his book aside. He reaches out and takes the crayon from her hand, causing her to gasp in suprise.

"Do not deny your body the rest it needs." He chastises, gathering her crayons as she watches him with bright, sad blue eyes. Beautiful eyes. Wide and clear and innocent. The eyes of a child, even though she can't be too much younger than himself.

And yet, they are the eyes of a child who has been treated poorly. She's a bit like a flower that has been deprived of sunlight. Such potential, if only someone would give her the things she needs to grow.

"I have to finish."

Her voice is soft, quiet and just as sad as her eyes.

"And so you will. In the morning. Once you have slept properly." He informs her, reaching for her sketchbook. But she clutches it to her chest, protectively.

"No. Please."

He retracts his hand, quickly, as if it's been burned. Her voice sounds broken. Hurt. Fearful. Though without a heart she cannot feel, her voice holds such emotion that it startles him for a moment. "Ridiculous. She is like us. She feels nothing."

"Very well. Keep it. However, you will go to sleep now."

She seemed torn. Like she couldn't decide if she should follow his orders or not. "She is obedient. Like a trained dog. Marluxia must have ordered her to draw these pictures. But for what reason?"

He decides to compromise. "Allow yourself the rest you need. I will wake you early to finish your picture if you would like."

Her eyes widen. "Oh... I couldn't ask you to do that."

"There is no need to. I am offering." He replies, rising from the sofa with the crayons still in his hands. "So rest now and I will return to wake you in the morning."

He pockets the crayons as he heads for the door. "If I find that you have not slept, I will not return your crayons to you." He pauses just inside the door frame, glancing over his shoulder at her. She is staring at him in suprise and confusion. "Goodnight."

And with that, he leaves, slipping off to his room for a little rest himself.