[ An apologetic little laugh leaves her as she offers her shoulder again, allowing him to slump over her. It's lucky he's a scarecrow now; the chances of Aerith being able to lug him around if he were in his normal form are quite slim. As it is, she can keep the both of them going toward where she knows the rebellion would be, hidden away in a little fold of the strange land. ]
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So...
[ She doesn't wait long before continuing. ]
I'm Aerith. What about you?