Aerith shook her head at Even's soothing assurance. "I'm fine," she insisted, "I'm just not used to guts." She gave him an awkward smile. "Fang usually deals with that bit when I'm not looking."

She bit her lip. Fang did the field dressing, and her and Lea and Saix did the actual hunting, and she stood back out of the way and made sure they didn't get too hurt. "Maybe I'm not cut out to be much of a hunter."