[As soon as she hears her name, Tifa is leaning over to press a long-awaited kiss to his lips. It's delicate, almost feather-light, but still carries the same weight and urgency as the wave of relief that tides through her. She knew he would be okay—that they would be okay, but she finally has a chance to embrace that. So, she does.
The pup barks again, and Tifa parts with him, her thumb stroking gentle lines over his face as she smiles down at him, and the wolf leaps up onto his lap for good morning head pats.]
Yeah. I'm here. I'm here...
[The wolf whines. What about him!]
We're both here. [A little arf! of approval.] How are you feeling?
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The pup barks again, and Tifa parts with him, her thumb stroking gentle lines over his face as she smiles down at him, and the wolf leaps up onto his lap for good morning head pats.]
Yeah. I'm here. I'm here...
[The wolf whines. What about him!]
We're both here. [A little arf! of approval.] How are you feeling?