Yep! [ The dolly comes to a stop as Aerith stares up at a business front; it's fancy. They shelled out for the good neon lettering, and the people inside are well-to do. Fashionable, but timelessly so. She turns to Emily, and beams. ]

Everyone has to adapt eventually. [ There's a solemn sort of note to her tone. Untold secrets, lost time, weights she'll never let go of. Behind her, life bustles on, even as she talks about being on hold. ]

Even when you're singing, you're thinking about healing. That's your natural state. But what about you, Emily? How are you?