Aerith woke up. She couldn't remember falling asleep, so perplexity furrowed along her brow. Tired greens took in the ruined room. Mateus was nowhere to be seen. The embrace and conversation they had shared couldn't have been a dream. The pain was small now, but still throbbed in her abdomen. He must've left for something or other - Chaos business, or whatever you'd call it. He had to keep up appearances, as she did. If any of their allies found out about this thing they shared... No, she wouldn't think of the consequences. There was nothing shameful about it.
Sitting up should've been an Olympic sport. A deep groan accompanied every small movement, and even still once she was sitting properly. She felt heavy, that same underwater feel cascading over her. A moment was taken. With a couple deep breaths, the last being held, she finally pulled herself to her feet. Legs felt like jelly, so she opted to taking baby steps. Slowly, she moved out of the room, hand to the wall as both guide an