She marvels at each and every stone, holding them up to the artificial sun and relishing in how the light filters through each one just a BIT differently. It's beautiful. Much like his stories of the outside world always are. So different from the place it always is in her fears.
"I guess… We'll just have to visit those places together then, sometime. You know, so you can find similar stones and I can write down where they're from." she says, forcing her voice to sound light and to not betray the stress she always feels at the mention of going outside. But it's like she's always telling herself : it'll surely be alright if it's with Zack.
… Well. When she's ready.
"Are there more things like these, just laying around and about, out there?" she asks, finally tearing her gaze away from the crystal to glance at Zack. Her eyes are sparkling.
"Yeah!" His expression brightened now that he had a 'beautiful' out for his lack of foresight! "Right! Though, wish I could say I would have thought of that. Man, that would have been a romantic notion." Purposely leaving off the identities... forcing them to go out and about to locate the exact ones in their places of origin! Damn, sounded good~
Even without that nice twist, he thought that now that the idea was planted, it would be near impossible to dislodge. Though, it didn't take the most observant eye to be able to see the brief tension that settled in Aerith's shoulders.
He understood it. He didn't want to press her too hard. Not entirely because it would bring her discomfort [because, at times, there was benefit to discomfort, in pushing boundaries and bravely crossing them], but also because it just... it wasn't his place to do so.
"There's all kinds of treasures this world holds." He confirmed. "In spite of the trauma of it, there's beauty to be had no matter where you look."












