In which Nexan is puzzled

Nexan leaned against the wall of the training room, viewing the sparring going on between her Organization. Maxsodin and Xahssa were facing off towards the top right of the room, with Braxyd teaching Seycax how to handle a variety of weapons.
"Wait a minute. Throw with your dominant hand otherwise your aim is going to be off." Seycax let Braxyd take hold of the spear she was supposed to be holding and demonstrate what he meant. He whipped the spear a good twenty yards into a crudely drawn picture of Sora dotted with spear holes.
"Xahssa! This was my last clean coat! Now I'm going to have to do laundry again!" Maxsodin whined from across the room. Nexan glanced over and saw her soaked, the water running off of her leather coat.
"Technically I just cleaned your coat." Xahssa pointed out, dodging the blast of darkness aimed for her head.
"It's supposed to be machine washed only!" Maxsodin said dispairingly, dropping her Keyblade to wipe off the excess of water.
"Aw, I'm sorry." The water flew off of the leather coat into Xahssa's hand where it disappeared with a slight puff of smoke.
Nexan detachted herself from the wall and headed out the door. Once in the hallway, she allowed her expression turn from a pleased Superior to a confused Nobody. Everything was befuddling. Braxyd didn't like Seycax. At all. So why on earth did he help her?
There was a chance that Xahssa blackmailed him into it so she wouldn't do it herself, but she would've heard about that. After all, last week when they were training, he nearly set her coat on fire. If there was blackmail involved, he probably would've set her entire being on fire.
Another thing, was that Maxsodin and her were training. Xahssa had avoided her for several days. Why willingly train with her?
Despite being the Superior, she felt that she wouldn't know the answers for a long time.