"She… doesn't talk?"
"No, not for the last 5 years, Lilly."
The line of carts and people was long; the gallop of their mounts, drumming in the air as they continued to march on with the Expedition. But even with the noise drowning everything, the inside of Leville party's cart remained somewhat peaceful and quiet.
All of them were doing their own thing. Bert's son, Jacob, was currently sitting on the floor; his eyes wide open as he had been staring at Aerith for what seemed like hours now.
Bert has pulled him away over and over again, but he always manages to sneak away and return in front of Aerith. And although Aerith doesn't talk, it was clear that she didn't mind and even enjoyed the company; the smile on her face, as gentle as it could be.
"What… happened to her?"
