[She never once takes her eyes off him as he crosses over to her, a grin still pulling at the corners of her lips. Her hands are working to wrap the chain around her wrist for safekeeping for now, and she'll wait for him to stop in front of her before she pulls open the pouch.]

It worked out perfectly...

[The necklaces, she means, as there's a telling metal clink at her wrist as she shakes out what's inside. Into her palm fall two empty glass-like charms—a moon and a matching star—as well as a matching set of chains to string them on. Too perfectly, she reminds herself, smiling down at them before she moves her eyes to meet his, reading his expression for a reaction.]

They aren't much, but...

[Tifa's blushing again, shoulders squaring near her ears, as she explains.]

The man who made these said that if we fill them with dreamotion energy... our dreamotion energy, they'll protect us.

[She isn't sure how much of the story she actually believes, but she'd like to think there is some truth to it. Somehow.]