[Aerith relinquished the materia back to Sephiroth and let him take hold of her. She leaned into him, head dropping back against his shoulder and her eyes slipped closed. Her skin was flushed, warm to the touch and she really didn't feel so good.
It was strange. She'd used magic before. She'd used a lot of magic before, but it had never made her feel this way. Tired maybe. In need of a good sit down or even a bed to lay down on, but not feverish. Not...]
... Sephy...? [When she spoke, it was in a small, soft and apologetic tone.]
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It was strange. She'd used magic before. She'd used a lot of magic before, but it had never made her feel this way. Tired maybe. In need of a good sit down or even a bed to lay down on, but not feverish. Not...]
... Sephy...? [When she spoke, it was in a small, soft and apologetic tone.]
I... think that inky stuff... makes us sick.