Xikkuyo nodded, following the gesture with her eyes to see the glimmer of gold eyes and a small dark figure scuttling along the floor. She couldn't quite bring herself to say anything just yet--she felt sick at just the sight, throat tight and rooted to the spot. If she could have felt fear or horror, or even true revulsion, she would have; she recognized that creature. So the Heartless were what had attacked Inaba.....

She doesn't want to go. She doesn't want to touch one of those things. She doesn't even want to look at it. Xikkuyo clutches her fan tighter; it's not good to freeze up like this, not when he obviously wants her to hunt it, but..... Her own voice is soft, not quite a whisper. "Wh-what do I do.....?"