In her current circumstances, shrunken and naked, Aerith doubted that Tifa would have left her like this if her intentions were good.
Climbing off the mat, Aerith made her way to the tent flap and out into the night. The sun had just set, so the sky was still lit enough for her to see across the field of giant, trampled grass that was their campsite. Among the tents she could see, two seemed most promising.
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