[ The heaviness between them makes it hard for her to even comprehend what Maika says, as simple a statement as it is. Her thoughts are elsewhere entirely, quick-moving and uncertain. It really isn't a question of whether she wants to grab hold of whatever it is that hangs between them, but a matter of whether or not she should.
Despite her tendency to follow along with her own whims, Aerith knows when something could be a bad idea, when it could shift things irreversibly. And this moment, right here? There wouldn't be any going back.
So it's why she lets Maika go in what's an obvious hurry to scramble up to the top bunk. It's like there's air in the room again, cool and breathable even if her heart still races.
This... this is a feeling to look into another time, when she's had ample opportunity to think and her mind isn't a frenzied mess of jumbled thoughts and unearned grief. So, she shifts around, getting comfortable as she lays her head on the pillow. Getting under the sheets doesn't feel right, not at this moment. ]
[ Is she relieved that her escape was so effortless? Mostly... yes, she thinks. Maika rarely does things simply for show — not important things, anyway. This was the better choice. Better for Aerith, better for her. Better for not confounding whatever Aerith is feeling now with anything else.
Still. The quiet sigh she lets out is weighted with complications. She disguises it with the rustle of blankets as she burrows in, too warm but safely hidden again. ]
...Goodnight, little bird.
[ And she's going to fling her arm over her eyes and will herself to sleep, with the experience and determination of someone who's truly learned to get rest whenever and however she can. ]
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Despite her tendency to follow along with her own whims, Aerith knows when something could be a bad idea, when it could shift things irreversibly. And this moment, right here? There wouldn't be any going back.
So it's why she lets Maika go in what's an obvious hurry to scramble up to the top bunk. It's like there's air in the room again, cool and breathable even if her heart still races.
This... this is a feeling to look into another time, when she's had ample opportunity to think and her mind isn't a frenzied mess of jumbled thoughts and unearned grief. So, she shifts around, getting comfortable as she lays her head on the pillow. Getting under the sheets doesn't feel right, not at this moment. ]
Good night.
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Still. The quiet sigh she lets out is weighted with complications. She disguises it with the rustle of blankets as she burrows in, too warm but safely hidden again. ]
...Goodnight, little bird.
[ And she's going to fling her arm over her eyes and will herself to sleep, with the experience and determination of someone who's truly learned to get rest whenever and however she can. ]