[ Leaning into Mal's touch as the other woman works her fingers through her hair, Aerith smiles, doing her best to mask how strangely the question sits with her.

Her time in captivity as a lab specimen hasn't come up with Mal yet, and while she isn't exactly hiding it from her, Aerith isn't going to bring it up if she doesn't have to. This is already shaping up to be a perfect afternoon, there's no reason to ruin that. ]

The first time I got to go to the house I lived in now, I was so happy. Seeing all those flowers was like walking into a room full of good friends.

[ As she speaks she lets her fingers trail along Mal's arm, touching for the sake of touching her. ]