[ Her smile is broad as she accepts his hand and then moves over toward where the staff are gathered at the racks of clothes. Because the pair aren't trying to leave, they seem mostly content to leave them alone as Aerith threads into the racks, looking at and feeling the different materials under her fingers.
She frowns; most of them are just as uncomfortable as what she's already wearing.
With a smile, she looks up, beckons him over closer to her. ]
Help me? Everything I'm finding feels just as itchy and gross.
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[ Her smile is broad as she accepts his hand and then moves over toward where the staff are gathered at the racks of clothes. Because the pair aren't trying to leave, they seem mostly content to leave them alone as Aerith threads into the racks, looking at and feeling the different materials under her fingers.
She frowns; most of them are just as uncomfortable as what she's already wearing.
With a smile, she looks up, beckons him over closer to her. ]
Help me? Everything I'm finding feels just as itchy and gross.