She comes forward slowly, peering down at Xion intently.

"Wrong? Lost?" She moves a hand, almost reaching out, then, as if rethinking the action, draws her hand back sharply. "How can you ask me these questions, when you must know? Or is it that you mean to mock me?"

She knows very well that Zidane wouldn't mock her, but she says this all the same, unwilling to unbend or greet her sibling, suspicious and--what else? It's a difficult emotion for her to identify, a weight on her chest and a knot in her stomach. She wants to speak to Zidane, but at the same time, she cannot.