[ She knows empathy well and it should nip at her heels in this situation, as he offers her his coat. She looks at him, then, watching his expression for some semblance of understanding. Aerith sees the way it's already threatening to drag on the floor, and if it were on her shoulders...
Well, in any case, she's been without a coat for much longer— she'd truly feel bad taking it from him. But... well... It is winter weather out here, far colder than anything she's ever felt. ]
You sure? [ There's genuine sympathy lacing her features now, looking up at him with curiosity. He can't be that nice. Is he? ]
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Well, in any case, she's been without a coat for much longer— she'd truly feel bad taking it from him. But... well... It is winter weather out here, far colder than anything she's ever felt. ]
You sure? [ There's genuine sympathy lacing her features now, looking up at him with curiosity. He can't be that nice. Is he? ]