@ifritheir | X
Aerith regarded her bodyguard with a flash of confusion. Being wrapped in a cloak was disarming — she had been prodding at their comical luck, teasing him, but Clive's reaction was like someone pulling a rug out from under her feet.
She barely glanced the path. Her brow already creased in disapproval, the dawning realisation finally shining on her. He was trying to split up. The look on her face was definitely stormy when she finally returned her attention to him.
It wasn't a verbal answer. Aerith's lips thinned as she pursed them together and she crossed her arms. For that silent moment she was utterly rooted in place.
But it didn't last.
That plead in Clive's tone moved Aerith to stomp her boot. "You're infuriating." she accused. Though, surprisingly, she did not argue. The hood was pulled further down and she did as she was asked, taking off in a trot. The shouts of men and the sudden clash of a fight breaking out did slow her down. It sounded... wild. Violent. Of course a fight sounded that way, but this? "Clive?" How could he survive the storm of swords clattering? He was outnumbered. He was such an idiot.
Aerith ran towards the chaos instead of away from it.
