[She rests her head against him, allowing the relaxation to finally hit as the horse walks along at a steady pace. Tifa won't argue or protest with him either—she's just as tired and she wants nothing more than to lie down next to him and finally breathe and exist away from prying, nosy eyes. To just be, and this will be the first and likely only time they'll be able to until they return to "reality."]

And you mine.

[Her voice turns into a light lull, and her breaths steady. If it weren't for the gentle rocking of the horse, the wind, and the anticipation that slowly continues to climb within her, she might have fallen asleep right then and there, her head tucked away against his chest. She closes her eyes and listens to his breathing, the sound of the horse's hooves thumping on the grass...

From there, she chuckles quietly.]

Thine warmth is like the embrace of a thousand suns... Thine eyes that of a summer sky's clearest blue day, shining with more beauty than thou will ever comprehend...! Thus does my heart go, um... pitter patter...!

[ ... ]

How was that? ... Pretty bad, huh?

[She never got to try complimenting him earlier, and now she knows why.]