[Aerith listens, measures her words carefully. Often she would barrel into situations like this, but death and time both have tempered her impulse for bluntness.]

I've noticed...it's harder to grow flowers here. It really wears me out. It may be the same for you? But I can understand why you might be worried.

If you ever find yourself worrying, you can always talk to me. It might be better if you weren't alone, you know?

Do you think the limiter might help? I can help you look for one too, if you need it.