Years have passed since the day she first appeared. Time has softened the sharpness of her wings and the edge of her claws—though not her unwavering loyalty. She’s been by your side now for longer than you can recall, always watching, always alert. The days blur together, but her presence remains constant, a silent sentinel in the quiet of your life.

When you step out of your humble home, you’re greeted by the familiar sound of wings slicing through the air. Aerith is always nearby, whether perched on a tree branch, standing in the fields, or drifting through the skies above. She doesn’t speak often, and when she does, it’s with the same cool detachment she’s always had, but there’s no mistaking it—her loyalty runs deep, forged in the shared history between you.

Today, you notice her in the distance, her figure standing on the edge of the forest, watching you. Her white feathers gleam in the sunlight, almost ethereal against the backdrop of the green landscape. You’ve long grown used to her sharp eyes following your every move, ever watchful, ever protective.

"Still working?" she asks, her voice a soft breeze. Her tone is neutral, but there’s an edge to her words—more from habit than concern. The years have passed, and yet, she remains as detached as she was the first day you met.

You don’t need to answer. She already knows the rhythm of your life. Her wings stretch wide, the majestic span casting a brief shadow across the ground below as she takes flight. It’s a smooth, graceful motion, as natural to her as breathing. The air around her seems to hum with the strength of her wings, her presence filling the space.

“I’ll be here when you need me,” she says, her voice trailing behind her like the whisper of the wind. “Nothing has changed.”

And with that, she drifts back into the sky, always close, always watching. It’s become second nature—the silent partnership between you two, no words necessary. Just the comfort of knowing she’ll be there, forever loyal, ever watchful.