[When he takes from her the plant and seeds, it leaves her with nothing to hold and normally she doesn't mind. His question, however, inspires her to a slight fidgeting. That's a weighted question if ever there was one.

Her hands lift and she finds herself adjusting the bolero jacket she's donning and then the way her simple dress sits beneath it.]

No. That's not what I was implying.

[She has Tifa in Camelot, after all. Aerith isn't alone. She has come here with very little aside from memories. In a way, the foreshadowing she has been able to express (even if not overtly) remind her of what she has to look forward to. She knows that she must make the most of every moment. She owes that to herself.]

I just thought it might be nice if we could be present for each other. If one of us needed it, anyway.