You should be home. [ her fingers ghost the growing bump, recoiling into her fist when she feels it, fear that it might sting at her touch overwhelming her expression for a moment. as aerith continues to lean forward, she lingers, features smoothed over in an passive show of poorly hidden concern. ]

What's got you out so late, anyway? I bet Sha-Ming's texting everyone in town about you already. You know he loves you too much to not get worried immediately.