[ The minute goes by far quicker than she expects, anxiety mounting in a sharp spike skyward as she realizes how silent it's gone. By the time Owner appears in front of her, all stitched together in their chosen form, she's started the motion of turning around, suspicion on her feature. A soft gasp leaves Aerith's mouth suddenly, but she leans in to inspect the handiwork as if she hadn't been baffled and spooked a moment ago. ]
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You can just do that?