[She can see the shift as it happens. She can feel it in every muscle of his body—how he tenses up and how his fingers grasp at her chest where, only seconds before, he'd felt her heart beating. She can see the light leave his eyes and that shadow of fear flickering over his face. Where there was once a tender, loving warmth, it's now filled with a chill that scares away the sweet scent of the star flowers as their petals begin to dim and wither.
Even with all those crystals and the honey, was it really not enough? What exactly did he see out there, and is there more going on than Tifa even knows about...?
She can feel her heart sink, and her own breathing stops as she stares up at him, wondering where that softness in his gaze has gone. Why it still isn't enough to keep the nightmares at bay long enough for them to at least have a moment of peace... She wishes that she could see what he's seeing, feel what he's feeling if only so that she can understand him better, and how to help him through it, but all she can truly do is hold him, and wait for it all to be over.]
Eustace...
[Her hand clasps tight over his at her chest, taking it in hers, while the other brings his head down until he's resting it in the crook of her neck where she'll hold him like she intends to never let him go again. Tifa turns so that she can face him, so that they can curl up together in each other's warmth, and if he'll allow it, she urges Eustace to look at her.]
Eustace, please... talk to me...
[Tifa's voice is heavy, shaky and laced with fear that she tries to steady. She knows it will be hard for him to talk about it, but how else can she help him if she doesn't know...?]
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Even with all those crystals and the honey, was it really not enough? What exactly did he see out there, and is there more going on than Tifa even knows about...?
She can feel her heart sink, and her own breathing stops as she stares up at him, wondering where that softness in his gaze has gone. Why it still isn't enough to keep the nightmares at bay long enough for them to at least have a moment of peace... She wishes that she could see what he's seeing, feel what he's feeling if only so that she can understand him better, and how to help him through it, but all she can truly do is hold him, and wait for it all to be over.]
Eustace...
[Her hand clasps tight over his at her chest, taking it in hers, while the other brings his head down until he's resting it in the crook of her neck where she'll hold him like she intends to never let him go again. Tifa turns so that she can face him, so that they can curl up together in each other's warmth, and if he'll allow it, she urges Eustace to look at her.]
Eustace, please... talk to me...
[Tifa's voice is heavy, shaky and laced with fear that she tries to steady. She knows it will be hard for him to talk about it, but how else can she help him if she doesn't know...?]