Aerith pushed the metal wheelchair around with little effort, Nasha sat in it staying very quiet as they made their way out of their infirmary and to a huge hall where everyone was supposed to meet. "No one told them where to go. Eventually, someone found the way and the rest followed.
On the way Aerith tried to talk to Nasha or console her but he felt it would not matter to her. Nothing he said could bring back her legs, if he was a stranger he would have had the courage to speak. But he was the cause of her predicament.
He could only curse himself for having nothing to say. Emil walked right next to them, she remained very silent. Still he felt he should have said something but his conscience betrayed him of that. So their journey to the hall was quiet but short lived.
Every push of the wheelchair felt heavier than the last. Not because of Nasha's weight but because of his own.
