Hands folded neatly in her lap, normally slouched posture ramrod straight. Xion couldn't help but feel as though she should be proper when visiting Naminé. Perhaps the demure elegance of the other girl was contagious.
She shouldn't be here, but it was... nice. To have someone that understood. Naminé was not a "friend", not like Axel or Roxas were, but perhaps she could be. If circumstances were different -- maybe, they would have been wonderful friends. But there's a certain tragedy to their meetings, perhaps the knowledge of the inevitable lain out before them.
"I keep going to that place," she said, carefully unfolding her hands and slipping one into a deep pocket. Slowly, carefully, pulling out a large and colorful shell still damp from the sea. "I saw this, and I thought... Well, I thought maybe you would like it."
It feels silly. A flower might be more suited, or perhaps some new things to draw with.