She groans petulantly when he tells her he needs to get up, detangling her limbs from around him as she plants another series of lingering kisses against his lips, a giddy part of her musing over how

"Hurry back." As he moves out of bed she finds herself rolling to the side after him, watching him retreat to the bathroom with a wide grin on her face. Once Balthier's out of sight Aerith flops back onto her back, covering the jubilant look on her face as she shimmies left and right for a moment, lost to her excitement.

It's the thought that she isn't sure if she's supposed to get dressed again that brings her back to reality, and as she glances around the room she catches sight of his dresser - the undresser. The sight gets a laugh out of her, and she forgets about her worries, instead doing what she can to tame back her hair before tossing the dressing gown off the bed and onto a chair.

Aerith fluffs the blankets as she slips back between them, hair smoothed and still undressed. When he returns she's sitting up, greeting him with the same happy smile she wore when he left.

"So," she tilts her head towards the dresser. "It works I guess."