[Tifa is a bit slower to go out, too focused on him that she is second to doze off. It's always a bit strange, falling asleep within a dream—those sleeps always feel so much heavier, yet so much better when she feels safe, and she certainly does right now as she curls up a little tighter and closer to Eustace, her own cold body still seeking that warmth that he always gives.
Dreamless and light would be the words to describe this nap. So light that she has no idea how long she has fallen asleep for when she feels something weighty and squishy bounce off her head. She waves it away, but then it happens again...]
Mmf... [She scrunches her face but doesn't open her eyes.] Eustace...? What is that?
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Dreamless and light would be the words to describe this nap. So light that she has no idea how long she has fallen asleep for when she feels something weighty and squishy bounce off her head. She waves it away, but then it happens again...]
Mmf... [She scrunches her face but doesn't open her eyes.] Eustace...? What is that?