[There's... something else to Aerith's reaction to that information, something that hits deeper than simple fretfulness for a lost young child, Sheik can tell that much, but what it is, exactly, he's not sure. His thoughts are too scattered to narrow in on the nature of the shift to her expression, and the question she asks a moment later is an interesting one, anyways.

Would she recognize him? He hadn't thought about it, honestly, too caught up in the idea of anyone else doing the recognizing, no matter how far-fetched it might be. Sheik quiets as he considers, his gaze falling to some indistinct point on the ground before continuing further to the tabard hanging over his chest.]

This... [He pulls a bit at the fabric, the stylized eye emblazoned upon it stretching disproportionately as he does.] She would recognize this before anything else, I think. It's something like a symbol of... protection, so to speak, and she would understand it as such.

[Though she might wonder why in Nayru's name there's a second person going around wearing the Eye of Truth, which may throw a wrench into Aerith's current assumptions about their relationship, but he'll burn that bridge when he gets to it.]