[ With his permission (and a little grin), Aerith moves into the room, already removing the silver rod from her back. ]
I bet you've had more than enough of hospital food, right? [ She adjust the staff in her hands and looks to him, brows quirked expectantly. ] So, you ready to get out of here?
[ No need for disclaimers this time, as there's no chance her healing magic will instead become a Firaga or something in transit. ]
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I bet you've had more than enough of hospital food, right? [ She adjust the staff in her hands and looks to him, brows quirked expectantly. ] So, you ready to get out of here?
[ No need for disclaimers this time, as there's no chance her healing magic will instead become a Firaga or something in transit. ]