The process of building him a plate of food is slowed by the frequent stops Aerith makes to nibble on things herself, not needing to be told she was free to take what she liked. She hands him the array she's arranged on his plate in between helping herself to about half a meal.

The food helps, but even though she's got a fuller belly than moments before, the urge to wrap her arms around him and keep him close isn't far from her thoughts. For now, she's content to watch him eat, feeding herself in between big sips of tea.

"I'm still going to heal your shoulder soon," she replies when he mentions her using magic, before eating a few more olives. "You fell asleep before I could bandage it."

Aerith dusts her fingers off with a decisive nod. "Then we can both rest, okay?" He asked her to lay down with him before, but she wasn't going to hold him to it unless he brought it up again.