[ this woman looks kind, aerith decides. her hand is small in hers, but she curls her fingers around to grip it tightly -- if she wanted to hurt her, she would've done so already, right? maybe? aerith steels herself, unsettled as she thinks back on her mother, desperate and afraid, so afraid.
she's quiet for a moment. ]
...Mom was hurt.
[ grievously so, aerith could sense it -- the shift in the air, the whispers of the wind, the sadness that had hung heavy then. ]
Everything's different here. The wind -- it's not home.
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[ this woman looks kind, aerith decides. her hand is small in hers, but she curls her fingers around to grip it tightly -- if she wanted to hurt her, she would've done so already, right? maybe? aerith steels herself, unsettled as she thinks back on her mother, desperate and afraid, so afraid.
she's quiet for a moment. ]
...Mom was hurt.
[ grievously so, aerith could sense it -- the shift in the air, the whispers of the wind, the sadness that had hung heavy then. ]
Everything's different here. The wind -- it's not home.