A year...? [ She lacks familiarity in her gaze, lifting it away to stare at the heavens as if they might grant her some clarity in the woman's statement. The skies are unrepentant in their motions, offering her nothing but the swirl of clouds and a gloomy, overcast greyness. Eventually, Aerith looks at the toes of her newly acquired boots, clicks them together idly, and then looks back to the woman with a tilt of her head. ]
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Did you move here?