[ Fortunately (?) for Diluc, that information is being noted and stored away for future use. She's in his house, after all. Might as well make herself polite as possible, even if she's teasing his beloved. So Aerith, with a crinkly little smile, gets closer to Ori, and pretends she heard nothing. It's a small kindness, she's sure. ]

Can I help? [ It doesn't look too different from cooking, she notes, but she looks to Ori for approval. ] You worried about me? Thanks, but I'll be okay. Don't I look it?

[ She even raises her arms, giving a little twirl to get the full experience. "Used to it" is probably the best way to put it, sure, but she's almost blasé about the whole ordeal. Besides, she's spent a lot of time just casting Prayer over herself for the last few days. She'll be... fine, most likely. ]

It's way more important everyone else gets these. Two sets of arms is better than one, right?

[ Alright, so she's looking for an excuse to stay, still not admitting it verbally. Oops. ]