Still almost a head taller than her, Cloud couldn't avoid the natural habit of looking down at cetra. "No, you don't. Nothing's on your face, Aerith." It was awkward, actually being within living distance of her. It was one thing to see her in the lifestream or as a memory walking away, but to Cloud, this person before him that he hadn't been able to save was there.

His gaze followed her as she checked out the camp site he had made for himself outside of the mansion and when she mentioned redecoration, the blonde motioned his spiky haired head towards the gardens that were within eyeshot of his spot, "I've got a better view from out here. Carpet isn't necessary."