Xion stumbled out from the mouth of a cave, breathing hard. She sat down immediately on the grass outside, letting her Keyblade disappear. The monsters didn't seem eager to follow her outside, which was a relief. They weren't anything like the Heartless she was used to fighting--her weapon did very little, especially because it was difficult to get close to them. She'd finished a few off with magic, but it had drained her strength quickly.

She'd finally given up on being stubborn after a few hours, and retreated. So far, no sign of the friend she was looking for. She was hungry, thirsty, tired, and her arm stung where a creature's claw had slashed her. Now that she was feeling calmer, she attempted casting a Cure spell. The green light at her fingertips flickered briefly, then vanished; it had done nothing more than stop the bleeding. She was too exhausted to manage a stronger healing. Plus, she felt dizzy...best to just rest for a while.

The girl glanced around; this was a different place from where she'd entered the caves. She recognized it vaguely from her previous forays around the Gardens, so it should be easy enough to find her way back to where she'd come from. She fingered the tear in the sleeve of her coat ruefully. She couldn't just get another one. She should have been more careful.

As she got to her feet again, her frantic heartbeat finally slowed to a normal rate, she heard a sound. Faint, but unmistakable, the sound of singing. The voice was an unfamiliar one, and she hesitated a moment before following it curiously. Peering around a tree, her hood drawn up to hide her face, she spotted the singer.