[She doesn't even get a chance to take a good look at the flower before he's tucking it behind her ear, and Tifa instinctively bows her head, feeling the cool snowflakes over the side of her face, and... in a reflex move, she leans her cheek into his hand before he can pull it away.
At a loss for words again, Tifa instead reaches up to touch his arm in thanks.
It wasn't all her, though. He was the one who made it bloom, and he was the one who gave it the white colour and the magical snowflakes...
It wasn't just her magic, it was just as much his, too...]
You helped.
[Which, the second she says it, she realizes what those words mean to her and draws back suddenly with a small laugh.]
Got any other tricks up your sleeve you haven't told me about?
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At a loss for words again, Tifa instead reaches up to touch his arm in thanks.
It wasn't all her, though. He was the one who made it bloom, and he was the one who gave it the white colour and the magical snowflakes...
It wasn't just her magic, it was just as much his, too...]
You helped.
[Which, the second she says it, she realizes what those words mean to her and draws back suddenly with a small laugh.]
Got any other tricks up your sleeve you haven't told me about?