[ She wants to know - she needs to know. A part of her is a little afraid of the idea that she might somehow lose him again, as if he might slip through her fingers and end up out of reach, beyond her touch. It's impossible here, of course, in the sense that Aerith is more than aware of the fact that Cloud is as real as she is in Eudio - he has to be - but the familiar strike of fear...
Her eyes close, hair falling over her face as she bows her head. Cloud. ]
If we get enough flowers then it won't be a problem, will it?
[ Of course she'll do it; every day if she can, each morning, decorating him for the day. As long as she can be at his side. ]
voice. cries about them
[ She wants to know - she needs to know. A part of her is a little afraid of the idea that she might somehow lose him again, as if he might slip through her fingers and end up out of reach, beyond her touch. It's impossible here, of course, in the sense that Aerith is more than aware of the fact that Cloud is as real as she is in Eudio - he has to be - but the familiar strike of fear...
Her eyes close, hair falling over her face as she bows her head. Cloud. ]
If we get enough flowers then it won't be a problem, will it?
[ Of course she'll do it; every day if she can, each morning, decorating him for the day. As long as she can be at his side. ]