She'd been about to tell him her name, until he told her it didn't matter. Aerith held her tongue. If he didn't wish to know her name then she wouldn't force it on him.

"Names have meaning. How else do you address another? Just because I don't know who you are to know whether to praise or dislike you, does that make me unworthy to know who you are?" She shook her head then and sighed. Her stick was now nicely charred so she dropped it onto the fire and leaned forward a little, hands reaching out to warm, and then to move her warmed palms to her cold nose.

"I don't know what I did to offend you so deeply..."