Warmth.
Aerith did not know what it meant at first, but for some odd reason, she always seemed to crave for it. It was almost like thirst or the need to breathe for her. And in a way, she thought she was getting it from their mother– or whoever it was that was pulling their strings.
But now, with the hand she was currently holding; the feeling she was getting from their mother was completely different. Silvie's hand was gentle, almost caring. Her hand wasn't necessarily warm, no; in fact, it was a little cold. But for some reason, also unexplainable, she felt warmth.
"..."
"..."
"Uhmm… You can let go of my hand now, you know?" Silvie then said as she let out a small but awkward chuckle. Aerith has been holding her hand for almost a full minute now, with seemingly no intention of letting go.
"Ah, y… yes. Of course!" Aerith then quickly pulled her hand away, but soon, a small chuckle also escaped her mouth.
