[The Jedi side of her is absolutely what it is - she knows her strengths, and is confident in her use of her abilities. In fact, it's how she got the apartment at all - you can take a universe away from a Jedi but not the Jedi out of a universe - she'd immediately taken to defending the local streets, which had led to the elderly shop owners who worked below her lending her the use of this place. Protecting the innocent and the vulnerable were always her mandate, and whatever life she was building here, that was the rock that was its foundation.]

[But the same could not be said of her romantic life, which was all experimentation at this stage. Aerith was...Aerith. She knew what she felt, and that it was...scarily deep water in front of her, unknown territory she'd never really explored. Here was where her self-doubts lay, products of a hard life.]

Oh...you're welcome. It...definitely needed flowers, to brighten the place up.

[The only suitable 'vase' she has at the moment is a cleaned out, tall can - but a quick trip to the sink has that as a good temporary home, which she then puts on the small, battered old coffee table before sitting on the couch next to it, fidgeting a bit.]

It's...really nice to have you in here, too.