[ "Tip-top shape" is about all she can boast, right now. She smiles at Ori, pleased with the medical assessment, and tilts her head with curiosity, as if she were no different from one of the corgis. Poor thing must have been working her ass off all this time, trying to support everyone around here on her own; there's only so much one person can do, and two healers with a "get up and go" attitude about injuries certainly can at least try to lighten that load.
See, she's sympathetic.
Aerith takes the offered cup, staring at Ori's hands, picking up all the tell-tale signs up overwork in them, if she can. Anything that gives hint to how long she's been working, how hard she's been at it. Then, she sits right down, as asked, the skirt of her dress puffing up just a bit as she does. She sits with a bit more force than intended— it's more like a delicate little flop, and favors the other side of her body, the side that isn't healing. It's all a weird little dance to avoid putting any pressure on her shoulder.
She sips.
She smiles again. ]
You're... really working yourself to the bone, aren't you?
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See, she's sympathetic.
Aerith takes the offered cup, staring at Ori's hands, picking up all the tell-tale signs up overwork in them, if she can. Anything that gives hint to how long she's been working, how hard she's been at it. Then, she sits right down, as asked, the skirt of her dress puffing up just a bit as she does. She sits with a bit more force than intended— it's more like a delicate little flop, and favors the other side of her body, the side that isn't healing. It's all a weird little dance to avoid putting any pressure on her shoulder.
She sips.
She smiles again. ]
You're... really working yourself to the bone, aren't you?