Turning her head once she heard him call her name, a faint smile lingered upon her face as she strolled over. If he wasn't going to hug her then she definitely was going to hug him. Before Cloud got the chance to run off ahead, the flower girl caught him a friendly hug. "Cloud!" She cheered happily with a girlish laugh. He looked a little different from what she last remembered but he was still the same Cloud who came crashing through roof of the church all those years ago.

"The castle? So Tifa wasn't lying about being friends with the king here." Aerith stated aloud without much thought. Wondering exactly how the black-haired woman managed to do that feat, Aerith decided not to ponder too much about such unnecessary details.

“How’s-“ She hesitated for a moment before asking. “H-how’s Denzel, Cloud?”