Heights had always been something Xion was fond of. They hearkened back to the days that she spent with Roxas and Axel at the Clock Tower, days that were starting to seem further and further away. It was a little scary sometimes, thinking of how much time she'd spent in Keeliai compared to home. Some of her harsher emotions, her homesickness, how much she missed her friends, had slowly become more muted over time. They were still there, but not nearly as harsh as they had been.

Being on heights also gave her a chance to think, and it was for that reason that she made a corridor up to one of the roofs in the Water district. Generally speaking it was easier to make corridors than to ask someone if she could go on their roof.

Once she found a good spot, she sat down at the edge, letting her feet dangle over while she stared out over the streets and canals below. Looking but not really seeing, lost in thought as she was. Even though she's wearing native clothing, rather than her ruined Organization coat, she's still not sure how long she'll stay up here. It's so hot.