"I wish my mother was like that," Aerith sounds earnest as she glances around her again, appreciating her surroundings for how different they were from everything she'd known before being taken aboard his ship.

Balthier's description of their destination is surprising and utterly fascinating. Tending flowers was a ladylike enough activity that she had gotten away with it back home, especially after her magic tutor advised her parents that it would help with her healing magic, thus making her a better match for a warlike kingdom if the opportunity arose, but she never got to learn about her plants beyond that.

"A conservatory, for plants? That sounds wonderful!" And she started walking a little faster, unable to help herself.