[It's a simple, reasonable question, one that hurts more than a punch to the stomach. Xion tries her best not to let her emotions get the better of her, tries not to let the raw pain of Naminé's death colour her answer.]
She's...
[Her throat feels tight. She swallows, doesn't meat Roxas' eyes.]
no subject
She's...
[Her throat feels tight. She swallows, doesn't meat Roxas' eyes.]
She's sleeping.