[Tifa shoots the reindeer her angriest look as it shoves a dusting of snow at her with its hooves, and while it doesn't rush away, it puts some much-needed distance between them. Enough that she feels safe to first glance up at the roof—her roof!—where there are several more reindeer waiting and then down to Zelda, who is now surrounded completely by all eight corgis, the smallest one finding the opportunity to hop right into her lap.

The older ones, however, have taken to growling at the deer.

She rushes over to her first, shooing Melody away, and the dog departs with a low whine before Tifa's arms are going around Zelda's shoulders to share her warmth.]

They don't look like they're going anywhere anytime soon. We'll worry about them in a second.

[Besides, the corgis would do a good job protecting them.

Honestly? Surprising that they haven't flown off or tried to attack the dogs. Rather, they stand, imposing with their antlers, and watch. She can hear their hooves stomping impatiently, but she ignores them for now.]

You mentioned something about your harp?