[Tifa's attention is piqued when the dog barks at her and nudges the curious jar and the flowers in her direction. Her eyes linger on the black wisps a moment longer, that sense of unease only deepening as they swirl and flutter from the wound beneath the frost, but she's careful as she sits up even as his arms wrap tighter around her, not wanting to wake him.]

I can use this to help?

[She whispers her question to the wolf, and he barks his approval. Looking over his shoulder, it looks as if he'd tried to put some of it on himself... not enough, she thinks...

Tifa shuffles closer, and the pup goes with her, hopping into her lap as she opens up the jar and dabs a finger into it. She's gentle as she reaches out to spread some of it over his cut, flinching at the cold that it emits against her fingertips, but she powers through, gingerly smearing a fresh layer of honey over it.]

I was so scared... [she starts, wondering if he can hear her.] I don't know what came over me out there, but the thought of losing you when I could've stopped it...

[Her unhoneyed hand brushes back the locks of his hair from his forehead before it rests over the side of his face.]

I promised I'd protect you... and I know you're gonna tell me to stop worrying, but I can't help it...