Loss is loss. [Aerith shakes her head.] It holds a similar weight regardless of the world one comes from. And everyone interprets it in a different way. [After all, those who've passed on in her world simply return to the planet. One day, she will as well.]

[As he settles his hold about her carefully, she leans against him as gently, as inconspicuously as she can manage, easily admitting to herself that she's missed that. Having him in her home was a nice change of pace. Being able to take care of him, even though she'd been worried over his recovery...

It was nice having him around. Even Tifa was able to pick that up. Aerith had been very happy at that time.]

I said it before, but I don't want to pry into you for information. If you share anything with me, I want it to be because you choose to. Because you're comfortable doing so. Otherwise it's not worth putting you through discussing it.