[Aerith knows better than to push. Instead, she simply admires him with a smile drawn across her expression. If he really needs the help, especially needs it, she suspects he'll say something. If not to others, then at the very least he will to her. Whether that's all wishful thinking on her part or the truth, she can hardly say.

Her head tilts thoughtfully and her attention turns. What does one call what he would do?]

Well, I tried to come up with something. I'm not sure what one would call you as a technomancer. For me, it's easy. I run a flower shop, so people can just call me a flower girl. You're a little more special. We can't exactly simplify it. Maybe everyone should just call you Mister Mysterious.

[She even wiggles the fingers on a hand as she says 'Mysterious.' Because that's an accurate assessment, too.]