Xion stares into a hand-sized mirror, her hand rubbing her cheek as tears meander down it.
This alarms Riku. Xion doesn't cry that easily, or this wouldn't be the first time he's seen her. "Xion?" he calls softly.
Gasping, she swipes at the dampness. "I'm sorry, I just – needed some air and – and I wanted to see my reflection."
For emphasis she plays with the hair curling under her chin. Her hand never strays far from her face, he notes, and he wonders what she's seen in that mirror that frightened her so badly.
(He never asks her.)