[ In his stupor, still dizzy with recollection herself, Aerith's hand finds his arm, and a smile greets Cloud like always, proud and devious in equal doses. As she looks at him, though, she picks out the slackened surprise latent in his features, as if uncovering the weightiness of the hallucination all over again. Surprise plucks at them both as Aerith stares up at him. ]
Cloud? You okay?
[ With a tilt of her head, she hand moves from Cloud's bicep, to find the back of his hand. Her palm rests over his open fist as if to gauge his emotions from the feeling of his bare skin against her own. ] I'm here. You are, too.
[ She doesn't have much experience with this, but she hopes it helps. ]
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Cloud? You okay?
[ With a tilt of her head, she hand moves from Cloud's bicep, to find the back of his hand. Her palm rests over his open fist as if to gauge his emotions from the feeling of his bare skin against her own. ] I'm here. You are, too.
[ She doesn't have much experience with this, but she hopes it helps. ]