[ Ingrained into her or not, helping out seems to be something she's good out, and a natural trait she has. With the noctaser handled, Aerith hums as she wanders over to he golden piece. She plucks it from the ground, and inspects it with curiosity. A gaggle of winged monkeys is gathering once more, but she pays it no mind for the time being. ]
Noctasers? Never heard of them, but... that must be the name of that monster you handled, wasn't it?
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Noctasers? Never heard of them, but... that must be the name of that monster you handled, wasn't it?