[ She's right. Just like that, Aerith decides it's okay to go in on Ori— the topic has been broached, and she's sure now that she's not going to react poorly. If she knew her a bit better, she might have just immediately launched into it, no punches held back, but this? It's easier. ]

Pretty much. [ Aerith shrugs at this, a little lopsided, but the motion is there. The intent is there. Her lips thin, then, straightening into a line, and she looks aside to the nearest window, weighing her options. ]

You know, I really owe you. For everything.

[ She'd be dead without her, she knows that. ] The tea, the apples, coming to help... Honestly, I just wanted to see you. I'm glad you're in one piece, but if you can't sleep, let me know, okay? We can't do this alone, Oriphi.