Sephiroth: *nods his head* Sit down for a moment. I have a rather crazy idea. *glances down at the size of her foot, then at the largest boot. He picks up the others she had tried on* Do you have a very sharp knife I could use? And some strong durable thread…. *pauses* And wax, or silicon rubber glue.
Aeris: *”I hope she gets better, for their sake. It would be sad and unfortunate of her to die at this stage. People just don’t understand the flow of life energy like others comprehend it. They mourn for years and years after the soul departs the body, and never truly get over it. Meanwhile, the Cetra rejoiced that their loved one had returned to the planet. And as a dragon, I already hear the echoes of places where souls dwell and congregate. It’s nothing to mourn.”*