[Once he sets it down, Aerith takes a seat in one of the chairs and gently pulls the plant toward her to get a better look. She doesn't have an immediate answer for him, though decides that despite not having the same connection she does with the Lifestream, surely she cannot be all powerless.
She gently cups her hands around the base of the flower, shutting her eyes to think and more importantly feel. And to listen. For him, she doubts he'll hear a thing. As much as she doubts he'll feel a thing, at that. To him, she may seem simply strenge.
He interrupts her process with his question and she looks up to him, leaving a gentle touch on a single leaf as she subtly filters healing magic into where she touches at a glacial pace. It won't be as effective as the green magic people like Makoto have, but it will be a temporary relief.
Perhaps just enough.]
Oh, did you decide it was a he?
[She asks him curiously, gaze imploring and patient.]
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She gently cups her hands around the base of the flower, shutting her eyes to think and more importantly feel. And to listen. For him, she doubts he'll hear a thing. As much as she doubts he'll feel a thing, at that. To him, she may seem simply strenge.
He interrupts her process with his question and she looks up to him, leaving a gentle touch on a single leaf as she subtly filters healing magic into where she touches at a glacial pace. It won't be as effective as the green magic people like Makoto have, but it will be a temporary relief.
Perhaps just enough.]
Oh, did you decide it was a he?
[She asks him curiously, gaze imploring and patient.]