[ For someone so used to people watching, or simply being watched, Aerith still misses that Ori's observing her in the same way a doctor might. Her back straightens up, then, she tries to look like her posture has been corrected, and just smiles, glibly. She knows what Ori means, and the tiefling is like a summer wind in that regard. You never know how badly you needed that breeze until it hits you, but it also makes you far more aware of the heat. ]
I have my ways of procuring some apples.
[ She titters, looks out into the room, and continues in a breezy little tone. ]
What about you, Ori? How are you doing?
[ An empty bottle sits in the kitchen, unattended, ready to be filled. Straight and tall, like a soldier ready for battle. Aerith's gaze settles on it for a moment, sympathy flooding her eyes before her line of sight flits back over to Ori. ]
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I have my ways of procuring some apples.
[ She titters, looks out into the room, and continues in a breezy little tone. ]
What about you, Ori? How are you doing?
[ An empty bottle sits in the kitchen, unattended, ready to be filled. Straight and tall, like a soldier ready for battle. Aerith's gaze settles on it for a moment, sympathy flooding her eyes before her line of sight flits back over to Ori. ]