[ A huff of a laugh escapes her, then, and Aerith hoists herself out of the quickly draining tub. She's sopping wet, but at least the easiest part of the whole ordeal is now done. It's worse from this position, honestly, looking at him and thinking about all the strangeness he's plopped into her lap. ]
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Your imagination is going to be worse.
[ Honestly. The youkai aren't that bad. ]