Ran's world does not have magic. As Xion gets up and calls the keyblade, her eyes widen, unsure of intent, unsure if she needs to move quickly.

But before she can, Xion calls out an unknown word, the space around them fills with green light, and . . .

Her shoulder no longer hurts?

Startled, her eyes flick to it. There's no blood. No scar. No sign that it had ever been anything but smooth skin. Her fingers lift to touch it, confirming. It's as though it never happened.

"I'm okay." The words come out as wonderment. "Thank you." Her eyes flick back up. "You didn't answer for yourself . . . are you all right?"