Keeping them both upright and moving takes most of Aerith's focus, but she manages to shake her head when asked if Piaget harmed her.

"I'm alright," she repeats quietly, the guilt she feels for not believing in him roiling inside her.

"We're almost there." She's no muscle-bound fighter and her arms are beginning to ache from the effort, but Aerith's willing to keep this up as long as she has to, to get him back to his bed and patched up.