When Zack looked at her and told her once more to stay inside Aerith might have disobeyed, but the choice ceased to be hers as Zelos gave a few, hard tugs on her arm that forcibly dragged her into the room completely.

She squeezed her eyes shut to keep from screaming, but opened them again when Zelos forced her chin up. Her gaze softened at his words, doubt flickering in her green eyes, lidded. When Yuffie added her opinion, she almost wanted to smile. Zack and Cloud were both so very different, but they were both also incredibly strong, in more ways than one.

"Yeah," she conceded finally, in a small voice that sounded unlike her usual, bright tone. "I-- I hope-- no, you're both right."

Her hands squeezed together, white-knuckled grip, worried glances at the door. She heard Lyta and noticed her moving toward the desk, but couldn't bring herself to focus entirely on the original task at hand. Aerith remained poised and tense, as if ready to bolt out the door at the slightest hint of commotion outside.

So far, nothing.