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[Aerith sits up slowly, her hand pressing against the wall. Squinting, she glances at her hands and then pats her chest. Make that him, now. A little confused, he reaches up and runs a hand through his hair, noting the color of the strands.]
Riku, would you mind if I borrow your glasses? I have a feeling I'll be needing them. This sounds so strange, I don't think I'll get used to this.