Busying herself with another piece of fried dough, Aerith's grateful for the task of chewing, aware it's keeping her expression neutral while he briefly touches on his past with the woman from the tavern. It makes sense, Celia seemed very beautiful and worldly - two things Aerith had felt anything but in that moment.

"The longer I'm away from home the more I realize she told me anything she could to keep me from trying to leave," she answers, laughing humorlessly.