"But who heals you?"
She hands out care all the time, but who tosses it back? ... Ashley's not, like, the best option by any means, arguably one of the worst. But.
Aerith physically tilts her head. The concept is so... unfamiliar. Her mouth opens. Closes. There's a tiny furrow in her brow. After a beat, she clasps her hands behind her back and dips forward at her waist to look at Ashley closer.
"Are you offering?" It's a curious question and she adorns it with a friendly smile. She isn't teasing.
Her smile widens and she straightens her posture to longer invade Ashley's personal bubble. "I've always tried to be the healer. You see... my mother, she was unwell and she needed a lot of help. Even though it felt like I was screaming for someone to come..." She shakes her head. "After that day, I wanted to be the one who... who comes to help! You know?" Her body playfully twists side-to-side, her dress flowing with the action. "I've been so blessed in my new life. I haven't needed anyone to heal me... but if I do? Who would come? Huh..."
