[Which, really, is a bit of a shock to her - she hadn't imagined that Aerith had grown up like her in many ways. She's so...composed, so beautiful but...hadn't there always been stories, about beautiful flowers thriving with just a tiny bit of sunlight, down through the city spires?]

[She's more impressive and...miraculous than Mal had thought, really, and her smile reflects that, a little bit.]

I will, gleefully, get down in the dirt with you. I am looking forward to it. I have absolutely no idea what to do, but...yeah.