[Her voice doesn't answer, and Ventus is met with more silence, although now, it's fallen so quiet that he'd be able to hear it ringing in his own head if he listened.
And from upstairs, there's a thump. And then another. Like heavy boots walking across the creaky wooden floor, as Tifa begins to stir again in his arms, her smaller frame curling up closer to him. She's starting to feel colder, and her skin grows paler, the colour in her cheeks fading away.
Closer, the footsteps become, coming to the stairs now, and Tifa's breathing starts to quicken.]
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And from upstairs, there's a thump. And then another. Like heavy boots walking across the creaky wooden floor, as Tifa begins to stir again in his arms, her smaller frame curling up closer to him. She's starting to feel colder, and her skin grows paler, the colour in her cheeks fading away.
Closer, the footsteps become, coming to the stairs now, and Tifa's breathing starts to quicken.]