[Whether or not Aerith's discomfort simply stems from fear, disgust or something more, she can't quite say. But she does have a soft spot for a certain kind of hopelessness when she sees it in someone else, which is why she can't just leave things as they are. After she's told not to cut the tower, Nobunaga sheathes her blade at her waist to free up her hand, all so she can take Aerith's with just the right amount of firmness. Invasive? Most likely considering they're total strangers, but she never had time for that sort of thing. She'll hold onto Aeirth's hand as she steps around the girl, guiding her to turn on the spot and away from the fleshy behemoth behind them.] You aren't doing yourself any favours, lass. [With that said, she'll try to walk and lead her further away.] Say, what do you think of dogs?