[ The slow way the thing moved makes her skin crawl, and though she's drawn to staring at it with horrified fascination Aerith refuses to let the shadowy thing capture her focus when they need to keep moving. She hadn't let the thing that looked like Hojo get her when it burst through the door of her bedroom what could have been hours or days ago, and she wasn't going to let this shadowy wheezing father figure get Steve if she could help it.
Wishing she was strong like Tifa, Aerith does what she can once she's able to plant her feet on the ground beneath the window. Being back on her feet gives her some leverage, and though she's never going to win any pull-up contests, she grips the fabric of Steve's shirt tight, throwing herself backward as she gives getting him through the window everything she's got. ]
Come on, come on, come on, keep hitting him, Steve!
[ Her arms ache, and her shoulders burn, mind reeling at the thought of what this thing is going to do to him, and then to her if she falters. The knowledge that she won't be able to heal Steve if the worst should happen hits her like a thunderbolt - though the absence of the Lifestream is never far from her mind now that she's trapped here - and though she's tired, Aerith finds it in here to pull harder, seeing more of him appear on this side of the window, galvanized because of it. ]
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Wishing she was strong like Tifa, Aerith does what she can once she's able to plant her feet on the ground beneath the window. Being back on her feet gives her some leverage, and though she's never going to win any pull-up contests, she grips the fabric of Steve's shirt tight, throwing herself backward as she gives getting him through the window everything she's got. ]
Come on, come on, come on, keep hitting him, Steve!
[ Her arms ache, and her shoulders burn, mind reeling at the thought of what this thing is going to do to him, and then to her if she falters. The knowledge that she won't be able to heal Steve if the worst should happen hits her like a thunderbolt - though the absence of the Lifestream is never far from her mind now that she's trapped here - and though she's tired, Aerith finds it in here to pull harder, seeing more of him appear on this side of the window, galvanized because of it. ]