[ there's a non-committal quirk of one thin chestnut brown brow in response to his comment. neither do i, the look seems to say. aerith relaxes, still holding sha-ming jr. in her hands as it begs for release from it's prison only through a beady, flinching stare. ]

Aren't you lucky that I know Sha-Ming Speak? Or else I might have gotten really mad right then. [ which part? who is to say. ] If you helped out around town, too, people would know you better, you know. I'm sure the farms would appreciate it if you came around to help with their animals. [ a short, curt beat— it doesn't linger long enough for her to let him speak. ] It's not like you aren't helpful.