I am not sure how to parse their kindness... While I am grateful for it, it seems a bit... Off? I do not know, perhaps it is just my paranoia acting up as usual.

[At least Astralin can admit that he has paranoia, but there's something in his stomach that's telling him that something is just off about this place. Still, he's going to try and make the most of it for now, and with Aerith being so kind to him, he can't help but forget about it for the time being.

There's something charming about her expression brightening up, and the corner of his lips slowly curve into a friendly smile of it's own. A rare thing for him to do, all things considered.]

Good. If it gets too heavy, please let me know and I will accommodate.

[Unsurprisingly, just like the bag of flour earlier, he tightly grasps the side of the crate with one hand, and easily lifts it up with her help. The hand on the crate tight and firm, to ensure that she doesn't take too much of the weight. Not that he doesn't believe in her, or anything like that. He just didn't want her to feel like she had to use all of her strength to try and help him.]