Released from her embrace, he shifted where he stood. He should have been glad to have his freedom to move back, but instead he found himself almost uncomfortable without her arms around him. He chased that feeling away with a hard blink of his eyes. Then, with one last look at the reflections dancing across the lake, he turned halfway toward her.

Unable to meet her gaze, he concentrated his attention on the fleece blanket instead.

"It was Xehanort."

No sooner than the name was off his tongue, he was walking away. Much like his first retreat, though, he didn't go far. Hesitation slowed his steps after he'd skirted their lunch spot and he stopped on the other side of the blanket. Again, he turned around, and this time he faced her fully.