[ It's the first time she's actually come to Tifa's room, and looking around, she understands immediately what the other woman meant when she said it felt too big for her. The suite is significantly larger than her ownβwhich on its own sometimes feels like too muchβwith its tall ceilings and space for more than just sleeping and showering space.
She turns back, ready to tell Tifa how lovely she thinks it is, when she notices, even in the dim light, the scar curving out from under her clothing. Her eyes widening, she hurries the few steps across the floor and starts to reach outβat the last moment adjusting her movement so that her fingers land on Tifa's shoulder. ]
What... what happened? Did this... did it happen here?
[ She's never seen it before now, and it's not as if Tifa parades around naked, but they've worn some relatively lacking clothing in front of each other...!
[ she'd hoped, with some reluctance of its possibility, that aerith wouldn't immediately be drawn to the scar upon her chest. not that there'd have been any way of really postponing it being spotted without properly covering it with a different piece of clothing, but in having it be the first thing for the other girl to notice makes her feel somehow guilty, as if tifa bears some sort of fault for its appearance, like a punishment she can't quite put her finger on.
all too quickly she senses the worry in her friend's eyes and she reaches up with a hand over aerith's at her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. ]
I'mβ I'm okay, really. It ... well, it didn't really happen here, but it didn't show up until I was here. Not that that makes much sense, I know, but ...
[ she takes a breath, lifting her eyes to her with a tight press of her lips as she figures out how to explain. ]
This ... this was the wound I got from Sephiroth five years ago, before the doctors covered it up. The skin grafts they gave me, it helped heal most of it, except for the spot down hereβ [ with her first hand, she puts her palm high on her belly, just below her breasts. ] Where they put the plate to straighten my sternum. But a few weeks ago, when I came face to face with that giant beating heart down below the resortβ somehow, the wound showed up again, looking like an old scar, like it'd just been invisible all these years. I'm not really sure why.
[ There are a number of things that Tifa says that concern her.
Without thinking, she reaches out, placing her free hand over where Tifa is resting hers, until they're connected with both handsβthat's not what Aerith is thinking about, though; her concern is for the work that was done to repair Tifa's skin, and her body as a whole. Is the plate still there? Does her body still need it?
And perhaps that's what Aerith would ask if Tifa didn't continue to explain, her next words making the older woman's eyes open wide in shock and concern. ]
Theβwhat?
[ Perhaps luckily for her, Aerith was not one of those who came across the heart of the resort. Nor has she heard about it until now, the admission from Tifa the first it has come into her purview.
Needless to say, now that it's there, it's not going anywhere else anytime soon. ]
I have a lot of questions about you, [ she says, her voice soft, gentle with affection and care and worry all at once. ] I want to make sure you're alright. But first I'm gonna need you to explain what you mean by "giant beating heart", you know?
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She turns back, ready to tell Tifa how lovely she thinks it is, when she notices, even in the dim light, the scar curving out from under her clothing. Her eyes widening, she hurries the few steps across the floor and starts to reach outβat the last moment adjusting her movement so that her fingers land on Tifa's shoulder. ]
What... what happened? Did this... did it happen here?
[ She's never seen it before now, and it's not as if Tifa parades around naked, but they've worn some relatively lacking clothing in front of each other...!
She sighs, looking back up at her. ]
Are you okay?
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all too quickly she senses the worry in her friend's eyes and she reaches up with a hand over aerith's at her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. ]
I'mβ I'm okay, really. It ... well, it didn't really happen here, but it didn't show up until I was here. Not that that makes much sense, I know, but ...
[ she takes a breath, lifting her eyes to her with a tight press of her lips as she figures out how to explain. ]
This ... this was the wound I got from Sephiroth five years ago, before the doctors covered it up. The skin grafts they gave me, it helped heal most of it, except for the spot down hereβ [ with her first hand, she puts her palm high on her belly, just below her breasts. ] Where they put the plate to straighten my sternum. But a few weeks ago, when I came face to face with that giant beating heart down below the resortβ somehow, the wound showed up again, looking like an old scar, like it'd just been invisible all these years. I'm not really sure why.
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Without thinking, she reaches out, placing her free hand over where Tifa is resting hers, until they're connected with both handsβthat's not what Aerith is thinking about, though; her concern is for the work that was done to repair Tifa's skin, and her body as a whole. Is the plate still there? Does her body still need it?
And perhaps that's what Aerith would ask if Tifa didn't continue to explain, her next words making the older woman's eyes open wide in shock and concern. ]
Theβwhat?
[ Perhaps luckily for her, Aerith was not one of those who came across the heart of the resort. Nor has she heard about it until now, the admission from Tifa the first it has come into her purview.
Needless to say, now that it's there, it's not going anywhere else anytime soon. ]
I have a lot of questions about you, [ she says, her voice soft, gentle with affection and care and worry all at once. ] I want to make sure you're alright. But first I'm gonna need you to explain what you mean by "giant beating heart", you know?