[Aerith's smile makes her eyes crinkle at the corners as Lightning turns her head this way and that in a sort of muted concern. She relaxes into her hands, then leans forward just so, so that their foreheads touch. Lightning still feels warm to the touch, despite the way the cold and the wind scream all around them, rattling the rickety building they were in, which groaned and protested like an old man.

She wonders if that is simply affection that makes her feel this way, or the fact that she was so cold that her body was taking any contact as warmth, or if it was something integral to Lightning — that her blood ran hotter than Aerith's did.

It would explain the temper, she thought, with no small amount of fondness.] I'm okay. Just cold.

[She pulls back some, although all of her wants to be closer.] I was more worried about you, with that injury! You should say something too, when you're hurt.

[Now she rubs at her arms, and shudders miserably, though she still manages a wan smile.] I'm a little tired too, but it's just from the walk. I promise. It'll be fine once we warm up.