( it's a shame that it continues to wail, but like any noise, it's almost like she feels she's gotten used to it, in a sense: her ears are ringing, but at least the surprise is gone; for now, she makes her way carefully across the field so that she can approach, though the sound only gets louder the closer she gets to the stranger.

she's holding it out away from herself at a distance, as they move, and aerith thinks that's probably a smart choice. )

...No, of course we can't kill it!

( maybe it's being closer to aerith, that's the danger: affronted, she reaches out to swat at the stranger, hitting her in the shoulder gently. ) It's not like it did anything wrong!

( by the time they hit the door to the shed, though, she can feel her temples pounding, a small headache of protest. with proper manners, she holds the door open so that the stranger and the shrieking plant can come in first--she shuts the door behind them. inside, the little shack is quite crowded, dusty and dirty and relatively dark; aerith reaches up with one hand to crank the knob of a lantern, illuminating the small space for them. )

Okay! I'll get a pot! ( she's shouting this over the plant, of course. ) You get ready to put it in! Gently! Like you're tucking it into bed!