[Her own eyes go round when he moves, breaching the cold air between them, and Tifa immediately feels his warmth take over, so sure. The one thing in her life that remains a constant. Still, she searches his face as he speaks, gaze flitting across his expression, looking, watching... before her own softens a touch.

What he says does help to ease some of that doubt. That seed that's trying so hard to grow within her trembles under the weight of his words, her own guilt over the issue slowly withering away...]

I just... I thought that maybe I made the wrong call.

[Her free hand reaches up to grab hold of him, her fingers curling around the sleeve of his jacket and clinging tight.]

Not for the kirin, but for you. [A pause.] For a while, I was afraid that you might... resent me for it.

[The last of those words die away quietly into a mutter.]