She’d only ever read about the Gold Saucer before. From the top of the skywheel, the world spreads out in soft, glowing halos: bright rides spinning below, music drifting up in bursts, the sky wide and open above. Aerith presses her fingertips to the cool glass of the carriage, trying to keep up with all the new things she’s seeing. “I didn’t think it’d feel like this,” she says softly.

You’re seated beside her as her reluctant accomplice tonight. She knows what it cost you to get her out. You were running a massive risk by defying your orders as a Turk, but you’d done it anyways. Tseng would chew you out for this when you both got back. Aerith’s chest tightens, warmth blooming beneath her ribs. Without another word, she moves closer to you, laying her head on your shoulder.