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[ 'appropriate' has no meaning to a girl who has spent half her life in a cage, you see. she will take the familiarity even when not offered to her— meddling is what aerith must do, no matter what.

she's walking with him, perhaps a little too closely for a mere peasant girl in comparison to him, and his status, but this is not his court, this is not their world. grass crunches softly below their feet, a noise interrupted only when he speaks again.

honestly? she thinks it's a little funny, but she can't help the way she reacts. quickly, and with tepid, barely simmering agitation. ]

Hey! Aren't I helping you out here? [ with a little huff, she balls her hands up into fists before tilting up to peer up at him, lips thinned out into a line of dissatisfaction. ]

Besides, this isn't even my dress!