The commotion indeed came, and Aerith indeed nearly bolted for the door-- had Zelos not gripped her to the spot, effectively stopping the action.
"Zelos!" Her voice was an exasperated strain, cracking at the edges. She had no intentions of obeying his command. As soon as he let go, she ordered her feet to move and follow him, but with Yuffie's tight grip on her arm, once again, she was stopped.
"Yuffie, please," she pleaded with her friend, turning to catch her eyes, pleading her desperation. "Please, I have to--"
Zelos reported just then that Zack was heading inside. She ceased her struggle momentarily, her heart lifting; dropping just as quickly when Lyta spoke after him.
Aerith turned again and pulled with all her strength toward the door. Zack was in trouble. Zack was hurt. Yuffie was more suited to physical combat and stronger than her, she knew it, but she pulled with a burst of pure determination and grit that would have her, at least, closer to the door-frame. Able to see outside.
"Zack," she called, choking on the name, watched him run, heard the scream from the woman who pursued him, watched her weapon soar through the air at his retreating form. "Zack!"
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"Zelos!" Her voice was an exasperated strain, cracking at the edges. She had no intentions of obeying his command. As soon as he let go, she ordered her feet to move and follow him, but with Yuffie's tight grip on her arm, once again, she was stopped.
"Yuffie, please," she pleaded with her friend, turning to catch her eyes, pleading her desperation. "Please, I have to--"
Zelos reported just then that Zack was heading inside. She ceased her struggle momentarily, her heart lifting; dropping just as quickly when Lyta spoke after him.
Aerith turned again and pulled with all her strength toward the door. Zack was in trouble. Zack was hurt. Yuffie was more suited to physical combat and stronger than her, she knew it, but she pulled with a burst of pure determination and grit that would have her, at least, closer to the door-frame. Able to see outside.
"Zack," she called, choking on the name, watched him run, heard the scream from the woman who pursued him, watched her weapon soar through the air at his retreating form. "Zack!"