Xion continued to frown, but sense was starting to kick in once again. Slowly and very reluctantly, she handed over the journal. She probably wasn't going to get it back, though she didn't see how useful that would be. She could just borrow someone else's, and then it would be harder to contact her for missions, if she ever had one.

Part of her kind of just wanted to throw it at him. It was very hard to resist.