[As they watch their new friend trot off with his parents, Tifa slides up easily against his side, her body molding to his as her head finds his shoulder and her arms around him, a whimsical sigh billowing out of her. She's exhausted still, and she's already beginning to feel it again in her legs.
Yeah... she answers at first, not quite registering the exact words he's said until the very second the word comes out of her mouth. Immediately, she feels her cheeks grow pink, and she lifts her head to look up at him, her eyes wide and frightened, and her voice has gone up a pitch. Her arms drop to her sides as if they're suddenly made of sand, and she takes half a step back from Eustace, afraid that her heart is going to leap right up out of her chest so that it can burst all over him because it very well might right now, and she would have no power to stop it.]
Huh? W-wait, you want what?
[One of their own? Her eyes dart to the wolves, then to him, to the wolves, then back to him.
He doesn't mean... No, he can't possibly. Can he? No. That's not even possible here, is it? Is it...? She doesn't even know, but if it were, wouldn't it be...
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Yeah... she answers at first, not quite registering the exact words he's said until the very second the word comes out of her mouth. Immediately, she feels her cheeks grow pink, and she lifts her head to look up at him, her eyes wide and frightened, and her voice has gone up a pitch. Her arms drop to her sides as if they're suddenly made of sand, and she takes half a step back from Eustace, afraid that her heart is going to leap right up out of her chest so that it can burst all over him because it very well might right now, and she would have no power to stop it.]
Huh? W-wait, you want what?
[One of their own? Her eyes dart to the wolves, then to him, to the wolves, then back to him.
He doesn't mean... No, he can't possibly. Can he? No. That's not even possible here, is it? Is it...? She doesn't even know, but if it were, wouldn't it be...
Tifa, you're spiraling!]