[ Xion shifts in small degrees; the word for her movements would be fidgeting if only it were a little more pronounced. As it is she seems to be making a conscious effort to keep herself contained.

Her smile stays on her face, but it's still something sad. ]

... no. [ softly. She grips her walking stick in both hands and tilts her head back to stare thoughtfully at the ceiling. ] He's the kind of person who... takes the game really seriously, and probably won't trust anyone, even if he wants to. Something like ... this-- [ she lays her hand on her chest ] --he'd probably say it was foolish.

I guess it's sort of ... bittersweet. [ She actually laughs, just once. ] To feel something like this, but ... not to be able to do anything with it.