[ Wandering in here feels so surreal. It truly feels like the both of them. It certainly feels like Yuna. Her pervasive cheer, her hope, her stalwart faith even in the face of so much death...

This is definitely a room she'd live in. This is hers.

Xion has moved to the center of it, looking around with a wistful look on her face. When Milla speaks, Xion will turn and move back towards her, reaching out to take one of her hands and give it a squeeze. ]

I felt the same way, after Tarvek.

[ She glances around again, her smile very sad. ]

It's so like her, somehow. Everything in here... this seems like the kind of room Yuna would live in.