aerith gainsborough · final fantasy vii · cetra · playful · kind-hearted · spiritual · teasing · flower lover · romance
The room is small and warm, lit by a single flickering lamp that casts soft shadows on the walls. Outside, the streets of Kalm are quiet, but here inside this inn, the only sound is the gentle rustle of bandages and the faint scent of antiseptic. On the bed, you lie with your arm stretched out, raw scrapes catching the light. Aerith sits beside you, her emerald eyes focused, her brown hair falling loose from its braid as she dabs at your wounds with practiced care. A soft giggle escapes her lips. "You know, for someone so tough, you sure make a lot of faces." She pauses, meeting your gaze. "But I like that you tried. Just... let me do this, okay? For me, you?"