Aerith decided to just go ahead and dropped her head upon Wufei's shoulder after she'd cuddled up a bit more to his side. Shared warmth was the name of the game here. The fire was keeping them warm enough though, so as long as they could keep that going then they would survive long enough to be picked up by the rescue crew.

"It could get bad in the slums but never this bad. And I had never left Midgar to see anywhere else where it could get this bad." Even though this was the exact kind of climate she had been born in. "I don't think this is the kind of place human's are ever supposed to thrive."

"Also soup sounds so good." She sighed herself, daydreaming about making a nice big pot of soup. "I should make some. Maybe I'll even be nice and invite you to enjoy some also?"