[It's true that Tifa had felt it—that chill in the back of her neck much like one feels when they are faced with their greatest fears, as those black wisps coiled around her wrists, but she isn't sure how she was able to stem it. Her unwavering determination? Or perhaps she'd turned her fear into something more compelling than the negative emotions that feed into those nightmares? Either way, she's just thankful they made it out in one piece.
But if it will make him feel better and put his mind at ease—and it certainly would do that much for her—then she'll share some of that honey with him.]
I'll have some anyway.
[Propping herself up on her elbow, she waits until he's twisted the lid off the jar and looks around them.]
I guess wolves wouldn't really need spoons, would they...
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[It's true that Tifa had felt it—that chill in the back of her neck much like one feels when they are faced with their greatest fears, as those black wisps coiled around her wrists, but she isn't sure how she was able to stem it. Her unwavering determination? Or perhaps she'd turned her fear into something more compelling than the negative emotions that feed into those nightmares? Either way, she's just thankful they made it out in one piece.
But if it will make him feel better and put his mind at ease—and it certainly would do that much for her—then she'll share some of that honey with him.]
I'll have some anyway.
[Propping herself up on her elbow, she waits until he's twisted the lid off the jar and looks around them.]
I guess wolves wouldn't really need spoons, would they...