[it's...well, it's no forest, but call her easily placated when the tree's scent is fresh and the bench is welcome. by the time Aerith returns, she's looking up at it, smiling in a way that's less done for politeness and more simply because she feels it. her approach means Emily looks down, half turns that smile on her.]
It's lovely. A small moment of calm in the middle of how hectic everything can be.
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It's lovely. A small moment of calm in the middle of how hectic everything can be.