[ Lightning finally kneels down to the puppy in order to put her hands in his fur, carefully brushing clumps of snowflakes out. He says something to her about it, but neither that or Aerith's question manages to change her now thoughtful expression. ]
... Little cold out here for that now.
[ And it's in a strange place, but... modesty is easily overwritten by the will to survive- it's only a passing thought. She glances up. ]
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... Little cold out here for that now.
[ And it's in a strange place, but... modesty is easily overwritten by the will to survive- it's only a passing thought. She glances up. ]
I could tell you what I know about it.