Waver glanced back at the crowds of people below, the wrinkle between his brows deepening slightly with thought as he tried to recall where he’d heard that name before. Something about flowers, he thinks. “Aerith? I can’t say I’ve met her, I’m afraid.” If he had, he probably would have offered some options on where to look based on what he knew of the person. But Waver didn’t get out overmuch aside from his time at the Academy, and going to his workshop didn’t count as getting out.