[Instead of responding immediately, protesting, or otherwise outright rejecting him, she says nothing. Instead, she takes him in, gives what he says the appropriate time needed for it to linger between them. Do their feelings mirror one another? Perhaps they do. As she takes him in, Aerith realises she could eye him for quite some time without tiring of it.
What she might give for just another afternoon watching him sleep, wondering what kinds of things he dreams about. The thought alone makes her heart ache. Sweetly, perhaps.
After a moment's hesitance, she unfolds her hands and reaches toward him. Keeping a careful gaze on him, there's a distinct pause. She's thinking better of this, as if it's some kind of obstacle that only she can see. She pushes past it, whatever it may be, and with an exceeding amount of care, she presses touch right atop where his heart rests.]
You should take care to protect this.
[To covet it. To treasure it. She's not worthy of it, but she knows better than to say so.]
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What she might give for just another afternoon watching him sleep, wondering what kinds of things he dreams about. The thought alone makes her heart ache. Sweetly, perhaps.
After a moment's hesitance, she unfolds her hands and reaches toward him. Keeping a careful gaze on him, there's a distinct pause. She's thinking better of this, as if it's some kind of obstacle that only she can see. She pushes past it, whatever it may be, and with an exceeding amount of care, she presses touch right atop where his heart rests.]
You should take care to protect this.
[To covet it. To treasure it. She's not worthy of it, but she knows better than to say so.]
Even from me.