[...Can people of noble blood be farmers? Well, maybe. Probably. It's not like she can really weigh in considering her lack of personal experience with the subject. If he says it, however, it must be true. Some might find it a bit of a foolish thing for her to believe someone so readily, but it's better to think the best of others than the alternatives.

Not a very good way to make friends, either!]

Oh, I wasn't going to do it alone. [If that's the impression she's been giving him. Aerith smiles and she shakes her head.] I couldn't lift one of those by myself if I really tried to give it my all.

[Her words are followed up with some slightly sheepish laughter.]

So until we go get the crate, I'm just going to accompany you. Maybe you can tell me how someone with noble blood becomes a farmer? Or... a farmer becomes a prince...