He's certainly got her blushing, and there are flowers blooming in the footprints the horse leaves in the grass as they wander on in some direction to the chapel. She's stopped paying attention to where they are, or how far they've journeyed from the castle. For the best, probably. He was always good at helping to take her mind off the things she'd rather not think about...
Tifa sits up straight.]
Yeah. You're supposed to be my prince, so make me feel like a princess.
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He's certainly got her blushing, and there are flowers blooming in the footprints the horse leaves in the grass as they wander on in some direction to the chapel. She's stopped paying attention to where they are, or how far they've journeyed from the castle. For the best, probably. He was always good at helping to take her mind off the things she'd rather not think about...
Tifa sits up straight.]
Yeah. You're supposed to be my prince, so make me feel like a princess.
[Will she regret this?]