[She lets him hold her. It's not awkward. It's not strange. In an odd way it almost feels like returning home. His arms are warm and solid, proof positive that he really is alive. She can even feel his breath upon her hair when he sighs. Aerith almost wants to laugh but she knew it was silly.]

No it's not Midgar. But this world has its charms. And so many nice and friendly people here. I don't think it will be that bad to remain here for a little while.