Aerith looked toward him and then away to reach for a few pieces of wood to add to the fire. "I'm so sorry." She said softly. "Wars are horrible things..." And she couldn't imagine what this boy had been through so she couldn't really say a thing.

However, hearing this boys description of his friend... she couldn't help a small smile.

Skin like milk? Chestnut hair? Those weren't the words of a simple 'friend'.

"I think I've seen him. Though I haven't had a chance to say hello. His name's Duo Maxwell then?" She'd remember that. Though she had to laugh, even though she knew it was probably inappropriate to do so. "... You almost suffocated on the moon?"