[He was always going to be her first priority, no matter the circumstances, whether he liked it or not. If they were ever going to butt heads about anything, it would be that—something that Tifa would never fold on, no matter how angry or frustrated it made him. Old habits die hard, and this one is as ingrained to her as breathing is.
But she understands where he is coming from, too. If their roles were reversed and she had been the one under the spell, if she had been the one who hurt him, she would feel the same. Insist the same. So besides that initial fight, she doesn't say anything else, and waits for him to return in complete silence, her mind still running a thousand thoughts a minute as she tries to figure a way out.
Even when he returns, she doesn't speak, the strained silence far too tense to break as he cleans the cuts on her leg.
It won't be until he's bandaged them up that she even does anything...
... And that is reach out to him, a hand pressing to the side of his face to get him to look at her.]
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But she understands where he is coming from, too. If their roles were reversed and she had been the one under the spell, if she had been the one who hurt him, she would feel the same. Insist the same. So besides that initial fight, she doesn't say anything else, and waits for him to return in complete silence, her mind still running a thousand thoughts a minute as she tries to figure a way out.
Even when he returns, she doesn't speak, the strained silence far too tense to break as he cleans the cuts on her leg.
It won't be until he's bandaged them up that she even does anything...
... And that is reach out to him, a hand pressing to the side of his face to get him to look at her.]