[She doesn't push or prod or pry. There are many endearing things about him. Many people would likely consider him awkward or strange, but Cloud is just... Cloud. She wouldn't want him in any other way. His words come and she interprets them as thoughtful. With intention. Rarely is he the kind to have conversation simply for the sake of having conversation. If he speaks, it's because he has something important to say. Makes he want to cling onto the words he does choose to share with her.

She smiles. Always looking out for her. "I'll help you stay warm. If it's necessary. Or if you want something, I'll..." There's often qualifiers as well. As if he's careful to always keep a distance, despite whatever closeness they may actually have. For someone like Aerith who so often wears her heart on her sleeve, she finds him fascinating.

There is, without doubt, a draw between them.

When he reaches over to gently touch her arm, it's not quite unlike him, but it's more than he would normally share. She can't help but think it's the nature of their predicament. They've come to this strange world that neither of them really understand. Things are complicated at best. It is natural that he should be concerned for her. Especially considering that she doesn't always act as if she's too concerned about herself.

Her smile grows into a grin. She bares her teeth. Even turns just the most subtle shade of pink.]

I can definitely help.

[Looking him over, she reaches over, resting the touch of her hand atop the glove he's twisted it about with care. She could probably tie it about some of the garb details. He might want it to go somewhere that is a little less noticeable, though. Lifting her gaze to his, she pauses.]

Where do you think you'd like it? Maybe your wrist? Should put it somewhere that it's easy for you to remove.