Taking her time with soaping up his hair, Aerith dunks her hands under the water, rinsing them off before she gives him a nod. "Go rinse!" Shifting out of his way, she moves further down the tub, sitting sideways with her legs hanging over the edge, giving him room to slide under the water's surface while she looks for her soap.
"We're friends, aren't we?" At least, that had been her understanding of the situation beyond the things they got up to while they were alone. This place has done a number on her definition of friendship, and though the term doesn't exactly fit whatever it is that's happening between herself and Balthier, the sense of wanting to care for and protect felt as ironclad as it does for her friends back home. Whatever else he might be for her, he is above all things - a friend she'd do anything for.
"You take care of me too," she adds quietly once she gets close to him again, lathering up her hands with the bar of soap in her hands. Leaning in to kiss his cheek before she passes it over to him, Aerith hums quietly. "You're going to be here a while I guess," as tired as she is she manages to muster the energy to sound almost convincing when she attempts a playfully matter-of-fact tone of voice.
Reaching for him, Aerith lets her soapy hands run down the sides of his neck and across his shoulders before moving over his back, her palms curving affectionately against his shoulder blades. "Maybe if you stay here long enough you'll get chores. I have a lot of work to do in this place you know." The thought of Balthier in the floppy-brimmed straw hat she wore in her garden back home makes the small smile on her face deepen, her eyes lifting back to his. It's idle chatter sure, but it reminds her (and she hopes him too) that there are things beyond tonight, small but happy things worth looking forward to.
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Date: 2022-11-12 12:31 am (UTC)"We're friends, aren't we?" At least, that had been her understanding of the situation beyond the things they got up to while they were alone. This place has done a number on her definition of friendship, and though the term doesn't exactly fit whatever it is that's happening between herself and Balthier, the sense of wanting to care for and protect felt as ironclad as it does for her friends back home. Whatever else he might be for her, he is above all things - a friend she'd do anything for.
"You take care of me too," she adds quietly once she gets close to him again, lathering up her hands with the bar of soap in her hands. Leaning in to kiss his cheek before she passes it over to him, Aerith hums quietly. "You're going to be here a while I guess," as tired as she is she manages to muster the energy to sound almost convincing when she attempts a playfully matter-of-fact tone of voice.
Reaching for him, Aerith lets her soapy hands run down the sides of his neck and across his shoulders before moving over his back, her palms curving affectionately against his shoulder blades. "Maybe if you stay here long enough you'll get chores. I have a lot of work to do in this place you know." The thought of Balthier in the floppy-brimmed straw hat she wore in her garden back home makes the small smile on her face deepen, her eyes lifting back to his. It's idle chatter sure, but it reminds her (and she hopes him too) that there are things beyond tonight, small but happy things worth looking forward to.