[ Wuh buh, her hair. Xion shuts one of her eyes when he pets her head, half lifting her hands to stop him, though the gesture stalls midway through. With a sigh she lets her hands drop. ]
... Xion.
[ She still sounds miserable, though. Slowly, she slips her necklace back on, not wanting to drop or lose it. ]
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... Xion.
[ She still sounds miserable, though. Slowly, she slips her necklace back on, not wanting to drop or lose it. ]