Sheena's quiet the whole way back to the inn, sticking close to Lloyd's side. The conversation washes over her, lost in grief as she is, but she does her best to at least look like she's paying attention. Zelos's core crystal remains gripped tightly in her hand, the only thing she can focus on, its warmth and residual ether both fading as time pass in a way she hates.

When they do make it to the inn, she sits down hard on the closest bed, the tears she'd been forcing back threatening to spill over again now that she doesn't have to feign any kind of cohesion. Fuck. Fuck.