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an indie / selective aerith blog, lovingly penned by piper. ( she/her | 23 | GMT ) ❀ set mostly within the remake universe, with some dabbling into the original FF7. ❀ ocs, duplicates and crossover muses welcome - most of all, looking to have fun! ❀ further information can be found: here
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this does not mean i'm leaving this account, but for now, i think i'm going to have to place this under semi-hiatus / slow activity. very sorry to those i owe replies, and i will get to them, but trying to keep up on here to the level of activity i want just isn't possible for me. again, i will be getting to my replies, as i love the interactions and getting to meet everyone that i have. i have no intention on dropping threads - it's just going to be slow for a while for my own mental wellbeing.
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continuation from here for @hisreunion Her delight couldn’t be more obvious. Since the day seemed destined for lounging around and exploring Costa Del Sol, Aerith had dressed herself up in one of the pastel ensembles she’d bought when they arrived. A simple bikini top, paired with a floral-patterned wrap skirt: maybe not as revealing as some of the holiday-makers exploring the seaside paradise, but it was comfy. Earlier on, she’d spent more time exploring with Tifa, and had only returned to find Cloud and Red at the inn maybe an hour prior. She’d made sure to spend time with both of them, too. But, now, as she finds herself alone with Cloud, Aerith finds herself itching to do something once again. Like always, that restless twitching begins in her fingers – an urge to help, somehow, or be of service to him. She’s still working on learning to let that urge go. Not this time, though. Not wasting another second, she gets up from the pink-striped lounge chair she’d been occupying. Aerith perches herself next to Cloud, gesturing for him to turn so she can get a better angle of his back. “Think of it as some extra relaxation,” she states. Hands raising, she begins to work at the muscles that make up the slope of his shoulders: massaging in circles as she searches for any potential knots of stress. It’s nice, to see him without all those protective layers on.
“This reminds me of Wall Market, you know.”
It’s easy for her mind to drift back there, after their encounter with Madame M back on the boat. Smiling, Aerith lets her thoughts wander; continuing to rub at his shoulders as she does. “You know, you never did tell me what that massage was like – think I can compare?”
@/bubtea on twt made an AC design for Aerith and I drew it because it's cute.
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a little silly that all it took to get past my guilt of letting things build up on here was moving my most recent responses to a fresh google document to write in. but. i will happily take it
ˏˋ°• ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ SOLDIER teefs @ ur service . ♡ @terraviium
༊⋆｡˚ shinra wanted the cetra —- always privy to her whereabouts ; keeping watch . it had tifas stomach in knots . aerith was her friend but they had to keep it secret . nobody , literally no one , could find out they were in contact . the last remaining ancient would put both of them in j e o p a r d y and while she had little care for her own life , she vowed to protect her friend . ❛ i snuck out here to see if you were okay .. tseng is out looking for you . ❜
Jade eyes crease with gratitude, and hands that are just slightly worn from gardening reach out to cover Tifa’s own. Guiding and just firm enough, Aerith ushers the other girl into the safety of her house. It was lucky, really, that she’d been at home when Tifa came to visit: otherwise, the two of them might not have crossed paths at all.
Sure, there was an element of danger to the two of them meeting here. But, somehow, hiding in plain sight always seemed the best option when it came to the Turks. Aerith could trust, at the very least, that if they came knocking they wouldn’t barge their way in to check all of her rooms.
“Thank you, Tifa,” she says, once the front door is safely shut and locked beside them. She’s never been the best at using her words, especially when it comes to words of thanks. Aerith just feels, too much to ever sum it all up in a sentence. Her chest swims with it – the deep, endless gratitude of being able to find a real, true friend. But she tries to convey it through how she cradles the other girl's hands. Squeezes them, and wills everything she feels to travel through her palms.
Hearing Tseng is looking for her certainly dampens her spirits, but she doesn’t want to focus on it. Letting that get into her head just means she’s letting them win.
“Do you want to sit? Stay for a moment? I can hide you upstairs, if he comes here.”
There’s more than a little hope in her voice, but Aerith doesn’t even try to quell it.
Being hand-in-hand with Aerith and seeing her so happy, even more than when they went out together in Midgar, brought Cloud a sense of contentment. Getting to travel the continents with her and their friends had certainly been a journey thus far with Costa del Sol being a highlight. It was beautiful here. Cloud watched his date pick out flavors and then it was his turn before he had much of a chance to peruse the choices. It was all so colorful. But he was a simple man and chose a small vanilla sundae for himself—complete with bananas, cherries, sprinkles and a rich chocolate drizzle.
He could try a scoop of mango icecream after, since it looked delicious.
The fruit itself was refreshing and flavorful so he imagined it in this form to be just as good. The stand also had smoothies on their menu. How good would a mango smoothie be? he wondered. Guess there was only one way to find out. His dessert came in a clear plastic container and he spent a moment to admire its presentation before digging in. He plucked off a cherry, bringing it to his mouth and chewing slowly. Then he asked for another spoon. "Want to sit here or find another spot?" the man asked, looking at her between bites. The sundae had been a great choice.
She can’t help but laugh a little, at the way Cloud can’t restrain himself from digging in before they find a place to sit. Her own wafer cone sits untouched in her hands - cradled like the precious treat Aerith sees it as. The scoop of strawberry sits out of view, but she can catch a peek of purplish-blue cream, and the sweet, warm tone of the mango sits proudly on top. Gazing at it, part of her is almost saddened by the idea of eating the creation– but the desire building in her stomach is easily winning out. “We can sit here,” Aerith agrees, certainly not finding anything wrong with the seating. Her head bobs just once, but those giveaway eyes of hers are already straying further down the street. “Although, a stroll would also be nice… think you could survive not holding my hand for that long?” Teasing, she meets his eyes again. Grass-green against sea-blue – a union of the planet, right there in their gazes. Aerith knows that their time here is limited: that it would be unfair, selfish, to extend this holiday more than they already have. It leaves her with a yearning to explore every single part of the town. As if sitting down for too long would be doing the place a disservice. “It doesn’t look like your hands will be busy for that long, anyway. I take it the sundae tastes good?”
🌙 * ― 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 ( prompts for the five senses. add [reversed] to reverse the action. feel free to change wording as needed & add details )
𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.
[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders [ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 ] ― sender and receiver fall into bed together on silk sheets [ 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender pulls receiver’s hair ( gently / hard ) [ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender strokes receiver’s hair [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender brushes receiver’s hair [ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender paints a picture onto part of receiver’s body ( specify what & where ) [ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender traces their fingertips over receiver’s body [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] ― sender reaches out to hold receiver’s hand [ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ] ― sender worships receiver’s body
𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄.
[ 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver something they’ve never tried before ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sour ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sweet ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender feeds receiver something spicy ( specify what ) [ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender kisses receiver to taste the lingering flavour of what they ate or drank on their lips ( specify what ) [ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood [ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver soup when they’ve fallen ill [ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] ― sender makes receiver a cocktail to try [ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender cooks receiver their favourite meal [ 𝐓𝐑𝐘 ] ― sender gives receiver a taste of what they’re cooking / baking for their opinion
𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.
[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 ] ― sender blindfolds receiver [ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart [ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( feel free to add detail ) [ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 ] ― sender takes receiver to see lanterns in the sky [ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender and receiver lay under the stars to stargaze [ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room [ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender and receiver see a shadow move out the corner of their eye [ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ] ― sender and receive watch as something burns ( candles / a building / a campfire / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender takes receiver to the aquarium to watch the sea life [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 ] ― sender recognises receiver at a masquerade party
𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.
[ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ] ― sender puts on the radio to listen to music with receiver [ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 ] ― sender plays receiver their favourite song on an instrument ( specify what ) [ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] ― sender and receiver are in bed together while rain lashes against the windows / tent / etc [ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender whispers something in receiver’s ear ( specify what ) [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender asks receiver for a dance upon hearing a song [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc ) [ 𝐇𝐔𝐌 ] ― sender hums a lullaby to lull receiver to sleep [ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 ] ― sender comforts a temporally deaf receiver after a loud sound ( gunshot / explosion / etc ) [ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 ] ― sender calms receiver down from a panic attack in a loud place [ 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender and receiver hear a muffled sound from another room / outside ( music / people / creature / etc ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender hears receiver crying and approaches comfort them
𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋.
[ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 ] ― sender puts a scented bath bomb into receiver’s bath [ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 ] ― sender lights a scented candle for receiver [ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender puts perfume / aftershave on receiver’s ( wrist / neck / cheek ) [ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender inhales receiver’s scent [ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 ] ― sender is drawn to the kitchen by receiver’s cooking [ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ] ― sender steals an item of receiver’s clothes because it smells like them [ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender notices receiver smells of their shampoo / shower gel [ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers [ 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender helps clean receiver after a long day / stressful situation [ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver walk through the sewers to escape capture / avoid detection / chase someone [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender massages receiver with a scented oil
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I was possessed to draw her in a combination of Yoshitaka Amano's design + runway fashion
continuation for @materiiaism “You know that’s not what I mean.”
Pinks lip pursed, Aerith watches the man before her with a mixture of disagreement, concern and softness, dainty hands balling against her hips. It’s one thing to see the mercenary be unfriendly around the monsters and unmentionables that linger around her sector’s borders, but another to see him act this way towards people she sees every day.
It’s a worldview she simply can’t understand. Especially when she’s sure, certain, that there’s a nicer man underneath.
Having had enough of standing by and watching it, Aerith had pulled him aside to the quieter part of the sector five slums. Sheltered by the quiet lane winding back towards her house, the green foliage helps to hide them both from anyone that might head their way. Not that she’s really worried about it – Aerith’s lived here long enough to know that no one really bothers visiting her house.
“I mean other people. There are really nice people here, Cloud - kind people. You don’t have to be so rough with telling them no.”
hellooooo very very sorry for disappearing for a couple weeks. life got tough. gonna try to ease out a couple replies on this girl again today <3
When the other woman came into the light, Tifa could feel herself becoming flush. She was a pretty thing, eyes bright and green and braided hair tucked gently from her face. "Wow, you're gorgeous-" the words escaped her but she quickly curled her lips and cleared her throat. "I don't know what you're talking about," her face fell flat, shaking her head. "Your tower? I was just trying to get away from-"
She didn't want to give away too much information, now. She took a moment to decide what to do next - and hey, it couldn't hurt to try her signature move. It worked on many, maybe it could work here. "Now, I'm sorry I'm going to have to do this. You leave me no choice," she tried to sound intimidating, but was utterly failing. Her head lifted to the girl with pouted lips and eyes bright. "The smoulder!"
Failure. She watched as the frying pan was lifted again and then - black out.
Another groan when she awoke, pulling against restraints once more. "Look," she scanned the room again after a moment. "I'll leave you be and be on my way if you just-"
Tifa didn't feel the white materia on her. "Did you happen to find a small, white orb when you whacked me?" Her eyes flicked to every corner of the room and then back to the tower maiden. "I had it right here," more pulling. "If you just let me find it, I'll be on my way."
Eyebrows shoot upwards at the compliment, though her expression quickly flattens back into a frown at the insistence that the woman doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Aerith knows it can’t be true. Twenty two years of her life have been spent in this tower, and never has someone broken inside. For it to happen now, there has to be a reason.
“Don’t lie to me,” she warns, steadily approaching as she keeps the frying pan raised. “I know you know about me. And someone will be coming back soon, to give you a very hard time.”
Jade green eyes narrow at the promise of some sort of dangerous move almost being pulled: could it be a knife? Had she missed something that crucial? Aerith has never watched anything so carefully in her life as the woman’s head raises, heart practically beating its way out of its ribcage – and then it just skips a beat altogether. For a moment, all Aerith can do is stare, heat threatening to rise on her face.
Swinging the pan again is really just a reflex.
But, there is a little guilt worming its way inside of her as she watches the intruder wake up once more.
“An orb…?” It doesn’t take long to realise what she’s talking about, and Aerith has to scramble to keep her expression free of that give-away knowledge. Eyes having already lit up in recognition, she quickly turns away, saving face by beginning to slowly pace around the room. Both hands behind her back, posture almost nonchalantly contemplative.
“I don’t see why I should return that to you. I mean, you’re the one breaking in. Maybe I should just keep it for myself, while we put you back wherever you came from.”
Slim shoulders shrug with the comment, Aerith glancing towards the bound woman once again.
“What is it worth to you, anyway?”
She can’t help but be curious as to what the value of the object even is. As unassuming as it is, it surely can’t be much.
Cloud could only blink at her exuberance and let her guide him along with them now hand in hand. Where did she get all of this energy? It exhausted him mentally just being around people (outside of the group) for longer than five minutes at a time. But... to him, Aerith was a breath of fresh air. He loved her company and they just worked somehow. It was next to impossible to say no to this woman when she was so cheerful and kind and considerate and those eyes. The pout she would put on sometimes could melt a heart of stone.
Every day he could pick something new to love about the flower girl.
He listened to her enumerate the icecream flavors like a kid that had just been handed a dessert menu. Well, lucky that he had his rainy day fund to dip into. "Yeah, it's probably my favorite fruit now," he admitted when she mentioned mangos. Cloud could only smile to himself as she continued to talk excitedly and he was just fine with that. She could talk all she wanted while he just listened to her. He rubbed his thumb against hers as they walked along. Appearing more of a couple than they probably ever had. "Whatever you want," he said and meant it.
“Really?” The beam on her face only grows brighter, to hear Cloud enjoyed the fruit so much. Aerith’s so happy she could practically buzz with it, bouncing onto her toes for the next few steps before she squeezes his arm once more. It’s nice, getting this time with him. More than she could ever express.
It doesn’t take much more walking at all to come across one of the many ice cream stands and shops littered around, and by some miracle, this one is even right between customers. Aerith greets the worker with enthusiasm, squeezing Cloud’s arm again as if by habit, and only letting go to pick out the flavour she wants. There’s a three scoop offer after all, and Aerith reminds herself that Cloud had said she can get whatever she wants. “Strawberry, blueberry, and mango, please,” comes her order, pink-painted fingernail pointing out each individual tub where they sit. Every single option looks delicious, but she can’t exactly order all of them - not willing to do that to Cloud’s wallet or her stomach. Excited eyes watch as each scoop is layered up, and when the employee asks if Cloud will have anything himself, Aerith’s gaze shifts across to him in question.
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AVALANCHE had become the hub of thievery, excitement, and something always happening. It rang a bit of adrenaline in Tifa to be part of the group, even with the risks involved. The kingdom was a plethora for materia and other steal-worthy gems and today was the day to make the best heist of all - stealing a white materia from the royal family. It must have a massive value if every guard was after it. As quick as her feet would allow her to move, she made her way with wind in her hair. Leaving the guards to the rest of her group, continued onward and into the wild.
She knew guards were close on her tail, no matter how fast she moved. Tucking into the brush, squatted until assured that they had passed, a breath of relief as she tucked it close. Taking a moment to scan the new surroundings, she brushed pass a curtain of vines - the deeper into the forest she traveled, the easier it'd be to hide. Feet taking her through the small cavern, her eyes widened to a tower on the other side.
"That seems like a good hiding spot as any." She murmured aloud to herself. Approaching the brick of the bottom of the tower, she circled it. There was no easy entrance; the only one in sight being that of a window sitting high above. Was it worth the hassle? The sound of horses and guards closing in quickly convinced her that it was.
Makeshifting a could tools, she jabbed them between bricks, creating a ladder system to bring herself up. Extra effort and energy brought her to the window, it being dark as the sun shone through. With two feet back on the ground she brushed the dirt and dust collected from her hair and clothing just before she shut the shutter doors that sat inward of the window. "Alright, let's see what this is all about-"
Black out.
When ruby optics unlocked again, a groan escaped her and eyes adjusted. It was a dimly lit room - with a mannequin in the corner? A small stairway that led to another room. A small table, dresser, kitchen, and so many flowers painted on the wall, she lost count. Was someone living here? Her head spun, heart racing until she spotted a figure in the shadows.
Was she going to die here? The thought caused a panic and she pulled against her restraints. "Who are you?" She questioned, keeping nerves in check. "I know martial arts! Watch yourself!"
It takes the girl long enough to wake up that Aerith can settle herself a little. Waiting and watching for a twitch of the fingers, a groan slipping into the air. Anything to give her a warning. As she’d paced the room, her foot had knocked into something small on the floor, sent it rolling all the way under the closest table. With a curious, double-checking glance to the woman still tied up behind her, Aerith had crouched down onto her knees and craned to see what the object was.
Just… a white ball. Glass, maybe. Aerith rolls it between her fingers, for a moment almost transfixed by the sight. Something about it calling to her, urging to stay in her hands.
A few moments pass, and then seized by a similar urge she can’t explain, she tucks it up into her hairbow for safekeeping. Whatever it is, she can find out later.
The waiting game resumes. Seemingly not too long later, the woman awakes, and boy does she not seem impressed. Aerith straightens to attention immediately, thoughts straying to whether or not she should pick the frying pan back up, make herself seem as tough as possible. It sends her all over the place, voice not coming out as confidently as she’d like it to.
“Maybe, I should say the same to you!”
Definitely didn’t help much. Aerith pulls more courage up from her stomach, reminding herself that here, she’s the one in control. And just for good measure, she slides that metal handle back into her hands. Its weight alone is a reassurance.
“I think you should be listening to me,” Aerith starts. Advancing ever so slightly closer while still, for now, keeping her distance. Assessing, and trying to figure out how much of a threat this woman might be. “You’re the one breaking into my tower. Are you here for me? I won’t come easy, I’ll have you know.” Nodding to herself again, Aerith raises the pan, fingers adjusting their grip. “I might not know your… martial arts, but I’m more than capable of defending myself.”
a tangled starter for @fearlessmonk . ❀ The moment that Hojo leaves for the morning, Aerith springs into work.
Each day goes something a little like this. First off, she works and polishes and scrubs her surroundings until they shine. It’s a challenge Aerith sets herself, making everything as clean as possible on the smallest chance she might get an acknowledgement when he returns. There’s a break to make herself breakfast: two eggs cracked into a pan alongside a healthy slice of bread - and then more work, broom used to poke up into the rafters to dislodge any spiders seeking harbour. Aerith doesn’t even mind them herself, only doing so to avoid any complaints later. Better she guides them out now, than them being caught and squashed when Hojo returns home.
Next, comes her new dress. Through copious amounts of begging, she’s ended up with the material for her endeavour: red and beautiful, and still precariously within the planning stages, fabric pinned against the mannequin in the tower’s main circular room. Countless sheets of paper sit scattered with sketches laid across them, each more exploratory than the last. Aerith picks at the designs, loses herself until her stomach growls and beckons her towards lunch. A bowl of soup, this time, creamy mushroom that she’s painstakingly worked towards perfecting. Maybe it needs a little more salt.
It’s right as she’s savouring the last few mouthfuls, eyes fixed in contemplation on the murals covering the tower walls, that her ears pick up noise outside.
It’s… not something she’s heard before.
Metallic thuds, as if something is digging right into the tower walls. With a little further listening, she picks up grunting, too. And they keep getting closer.
Everything Hojo has ever warned her about comes rushing back. Maybe her singing was too loud, maybe they caught her setting bed covers onto the balcony to dry: whatever it is, someone’s found her, and she can only start to imagine what they might want. With hurried movements, Aerith sets her bowl aside, searching desperately for where to hide, what to do. Her hands land on the handle of the frying pan, and gripping it desperately close, she shuffles herself backwards to hide behind her dress mannequin.
Each breath comes in short pants, Aerith trapped with nothing to do but listen to her intruder come closer and closer. A thump sounds, them dropping right onto her floor – and then, with no warning, the shutters to the balcony slam shut.
She’s shut in. Heart racing, she adjusts her hold on her defensive weapon. Fingers flexing, mind ticking on when to make her move. Footsteps sound, maybe getting closer, and Aerith’s shoulders tense with unsteady fear. She inhales, counts one, two, three–
And then comes out swinging, eyes scrunching shut as the metal pan makes a loud thud in contact with the other’s head.
Then… nothing.
Hesitant, she peeks open an eye. The first thing it lands on is dark hair, spread all across her floor. Clothing she’s never encountered, and… was it a girl?
She thinks it is.
For a moment, Aerith doesn’t know what to do. But this is still someone intruding her tower, someone that trapped her in with them – someone that could be planning to do her harm the second they wake up. Nodding to herself, Aerith gets to work. Pulling the girl into the centre of the room, she drags in a chair, and sets to binding her to it the best that she can. An interrogation could help her, right? Or at least, she can keep the mystery woman there until Hojo gets home, and he can take care of it. That sounds better.
Nodding again, Aerith continues to bind the woman up: thoughts a little more settled as she completes her work.
Everything will be fine. She just… has to wait for her to wake up.
