[ There’s something wholly indiscernible about the way Aerith looks at her in that moment. It’s the sort of look that Ori has been on the receiving end of many, many times, and although she can’t know the exact nature of that which lies beneath that smile, she can at least tell that there’s something there. Like the kind of smile that someone gives when they say “they’re fine,” though there’s something on their mind.

Though she looks away, Ori keeps her gaze on Aerith all the while, steadfast and reassuring despite not knowing what’s going through Aerith’s mind. Whatever it is, Ori is there to talk her through it. After all, that’s what they’ve just decided to do for the others, isn’t it? ]

I would believe you. Definitely.

[ After a beat, she chooses to go on, to elaborate. ]

Where I’m from, people have all sorts of different ways to draw on and use magic. My friend, Dae, uses all sorts of equations and calculations to cast spells. We call folks like that a wizard. And another friend of mine calls on the divine power of his deity. For me, it’s nature. And a connection to it. People like me are called druids.

Maybe you aren’t a druid in the same way that I am, because we don’t come from the same place, but… If you can talk to plants, and use nature’s power to heal and bright light… Then to me, that’s enough to say that you’re one, too.