She looked up, startled. He knew? How did he know? She'd been so careful not to use her Keyblade or even mention it. It took her a moment to realize time had passed at all, and it was only motion that did it, seeing the bottle falling. She didn't know what it was, but tried to catch it anyway, the top coming open as it fell, splashing her with the liquid inside. She grabbed for the container, but just missed, and got caught by even more of the substance as the bottle crashed to the floor and shattered.

The liquid was on her coat, her gloves, her boots... and her face. But that didn't seem to matter at all. What mattered was that he knew. "How did you know I have my keyblade back?" she whispered, sounding horrified. "I haven't used it, I promise I haven't, and I won't..." something odd in her voice, below the tremble of fear.