He continues to visit her in that almost empty room, and she in turn continues to draw.
She draws many things, to which he notes don't show any improvement in style. Much to his distaste, she asks for his help in using these same drawings to decorate her walls.
"I'm confused."
She looks up over yet another drawing, and tilts her head to the side as she asks why.
Meanwhile, he continues to stare at the newly set up gallery of sketches. "What are these things you draw? This kid, this duck, and this...weird, dog-like thing..."
A pause, and then a careful question. "...you don't recognize them?"
"Not really," he answers as he turns. He searches her expression for any hint that he may have upset her again, but all he gets is a blank look. "...why?"
She stares back, and for a moment he sees the slightest hint of sadness...perhaps pity, even. And then she quickly bows over her drawing again.
"No reason," she mumbles.
He looks her way a moment longer, looks back up at the wall of pictures, and then looks back again.
"Your pencil's getting too short," he notes. "Is that the only one you have?"
She doesn't answer immediately, focusing on what she draws. But finally she nods.
He stares at the pencil which has been so well-used since his first visit, and then turns back to the wall.
"I'll help you find another one. Vexen and Zexion might have a few spares somewhere," he suddenly informs her. Then he turns his head back. "...no promises, okay?"
She looks up, and smiles as she nods. "Okay. Thank you."
Clearing his throat, he turns and makes his way out again, barely stopping to raise a hand in a wave. She watches with a tired amusement at how hard he tries to remain so aloof.
And in her hands is the partially finished drawing of a boy with a single keyblade, in a place so dark and gloomy. In that picture, the boy is preparing to give up his life, but for what reason, it has only not been drawn yet.
She's not sure why, but the picture fills her with a certain sadness, and as she looks at it, she wonders what that boy was thinking, what he was feeling, in that moment.
Taking a deep breath, she continues to draw.