[avoiding the elevator is probably a good idea actually, yeah, help.

she's still dizzy and can't see, but she squirms a little when they're on the right floor, pressing her nose up against his jaw, almost sort of bunting him gently. she's mindful of the horns. there's still a sense of something uneasy and angry under the protection vibes, something indignant at the fact that he was toyed with like that. and something vaguely nauseated, because the idea of him rusting and falling apart is something that she can, unfortunately, picture very well.]

That would've been a sight to see. [she says, tail shifting around his waist.] When we got letters - Aerith told me you were still there. I was going to wait for you.

I'm here now, but I would've.