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[Xion's voice is very quiet and hesitant, often starting and stopping as if figuring out how to best choose her words. The voice of someone who's still trying to stay as small and unnoticeable as possible, but has something she needs to ask.]

Back home, I used to be able to make my weapon disappear, and call it back when I needed it. Here... I can't. I've tried. I've still got it, but... I can't keep carrying it around, can I?

I've seen... other people have things to carry their weapons. Is there any way to... to get or make one, for mine?

[She makes a small noise, almost like she wants to say something else, but then cuts herself - and the message - off.]

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( What do you know! It's that girl from the battlements who reminds her of her younger sisters. It is surprising to find out she's a fighter, with her being so young.

Much too young to be thrown into the middle of a war, though she won't repeat that sentiment to anyone. Instead, she suggests kindly: )

I strap my daggers to my wrists and hide them beneath my sleeves or in my boots. I could fashion a hilt for you, if you like.

[Another familiar voice!]

Really? It's a lot bigger than a dagger though, I think.

More like a sword in terms of size, then?

Yeah, exactly.

[Her voice lightens. It's nicer, to tell the truth, given some of the misunderstandings that have happened so far.]

Well then! If the armoury has naught that may serve you, I will fashion a scabbard for you.

You know how to do that?

[It seems a bit of a foolish question, since she's already said she could for a much smaller weapon. Though she also wonders if her weapon's particular... shape will cause any confusion.

Truthfully the question is half out of curiosity though. And her voice certainly isn't skeptical or disapproving.]

I do! I am handy with a needle and thread. Would you like to learn how to sew? We can fashion this scabbard together, if you like.

( She offers because she wouldn't mind spending more time with this girl, but it will also afford her to be specific about the size and shape of the scabbard. )

I'd like to learn.

[That much she can say for sure, at least.]

I'm not sure if I'd be good enough for this, though.

[By all accounts it sounds like it'd be a much more unusual job than normal.]

It is settled, then! You will be taught.

( In this world, sewing is a practical skill to have for many reasons. )

Why do you say such a thing?

( Does she think so little of herself? Elizabeth waits, concerned. )

[The answer is sort of, though in this specific instance it was more of a case of her forgetting to add the word "yet" at the end.]

Well... I've never really done anything like this before.

[And if her weapon is so different then everybody else's it might be a bit complicated. Though truthfully she has no idea how complicated even a normal one would be.]

( Gods, this child is precious. )

It is all right, you know. That is what practice is for! Time and training can work wonders.

You should not say that you would not be good enough for something before you have even attempted it. I happen to think that you will be.

Not to mention, you will feel accomplished and proud once you've crafted your own item, regardless of its quality. As will I.

( Now she effortlessly steps into the role of older sister, feeling as though this girl could use some encouragement and faith placed in her. )

[That definitely catches her. She'd always been willing to try, to give it her best shot, but...

Her voice is a bit quiet, with something of a catch behind it.]

Really?

[No one's ever said they'd be proud of her before. Not even Roxas when he was telling her she did well. Maybe it happened before, but she doesn't remember that, does she?]

( Feeling the need to punctuate her next words with the gentle, warm expression she wears upon her face, Elizabeth switches her side of the conversation to video.

And smiles at her, nodding once. )

Really. You are willing to learn, to grow. There is much pride to be found in that.

( Her mother had been distant, but her father had always shown a like pride in her achievements, however small. It built confidence, trust and respect in her both in what she was doing, and in him.

Everyone should know such a feeling. )

[Xion was not prepared for the overwhelming rush of... something. She couldn't put a name to it but it made her words stick in her head and in her mouth and made her want to hide her face, but not in the way she had when she was trying to stay hidden when she'd first arrived.

What does she say to that? What does she say to that?]

I-

[No, she can't find the words. The locket connection abruptly cuts off as Xion tries to figure out what just happened.]

[A few minutes later and Xion's still no more the wiser really about what she'd just experienced. But she did think she might be able to respond properly.

And so as abruptly as it cut off, it starts up again, but video this time, with Xion very red-faced.]

Th-thank you.

[.... and nope she can't find the words again to go on.]

( Initially, Elizabeth is confused. This is the first time that anyone has ever cut things off so abruptly when the conversation had been going well. So, she waits.

And waits some more. Patiently, she stretches out her legs where she sits, certain that her little friend will return to her.

When she does, Elizabeth beams at her. How cute is she? Seriously. )

Of course! You are always welcome.

( Her smile softens now. ) Often, you remind me of my younger sisters. I should thank you.

You make this place feel a little more like home for me, once again.

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