Despite the way he tried glance off her worrying too much with his words, that crack was pretty distinct, Roxas. And the way he breathed only further encouraged her to finally draw her hand to rest on his shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze as she let her head hang slightly. Exasperated. Her feelings inside her coiling with a sickness that was easily making her somewhat nauseous from how distressed she was from the situation at hand.

When he finally took to recover back to his feet, Xion followed along with him. Her hand removed from his shoulder, she instead extended her arm to come about his torso, clamping down on the adjacent shoulder instead until he found purchase up against the train car itself. She leaned with him there, slipping her arm out from behind him then but sticking close as she quickly caught on to the peculiar attention he was giving to his own hand and wincing at the sight.

Blood. Not darkness but blood. Xion felt a shudder trail down her spine at the very proof itself. That he still remained in Lucen's body... Part of her perhaps had quietly hoped that at least he had been given his own... but then fate was far too cruel with them. Shakily, she directed her hand over above his injured fingers and tried her hardest to concentrate. Really concentrate on the spell she was about to cast. A soft green glow touching the injuries lightly. But it cut itself short before she could do any justice to much of anything. She was just too rattled, her emotions getting in the way. And so she did the next best thing, pulling the sleeve of her jacket up over her one palm, clutching it with her fingers. And then placing that palm over his injured fingers. Only after she was certain that the sleeve would remain there then did she curl her fingers around him, applying a cautious pressure.

"I'm sorry." The all too familiar phrase left her lips as she looked up at him.