exnatura:

  Hands pressed to hips— lips pressed together— Aerith’s body language speaks louder than her tone. There is irritation in the curve of her shoulders. There is impatience in the tap of her heel. No movement is made to retrieve her groceries, and she allows Naminé to collect them in her arms like blossoms. 

      ❝ I don’t understand— ❞ 

           A pause. 

               ❝ — why he didn’t tell me. ❞ 

         _{Ah, so that was why. For a moment the blonde had feared that she had somehow angered the other woman, though she hadn’t remembered doing anything particularly bad or otherwise. So for a moment she juggled her arm load and looked at her companion quietly for several more moments before opening her mouth.}

                           _{”Who didn’t tell you?”}

                                             _{After all, she wasn’t a mind reader.}

                                                               _{Asking after what could come later.}