[He wrinkles his nose on entering the luggage car, but doesn't seem to find the smell more than mildly off putting. He takes a quick moment to look over the unclaimed packages, before letting out a quiet 'ah-hah' and grabbing a pair of books wrapped in brown paper. He peels the paper off of both, then hands one of them to Lea.]

I thought this might help us come up with better ways to help Xion, since anxiety is such a varied thing. What helped Ienzo might be of no use to her, after all.