[As she puts herself together, her gaze swaps between his face, ever hard to read, and the arm he offers for her benefit. It might not be an occurrence that happens all the time back home, but similar things have happened enough that she it's not like she doesn't know to take it.
A bit thoughtful as she approaches, Aerith loosely weaves her arm about his and after a momentary dusting of her touch over his forearm, she attempts to take his hand.]
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A bit thoughtful as she approaches, Aerith loosely weaves her arm about his and after a momentary dusting of her touch over his forearm, she attempts to take his hand.]
How's this?