[Tifa scoots aside to give Clover room to sit with her on the bench, her arm lifting to wrap around her small frame and pull her close where she nuzzles into her warmth.]

It felt... perfect. Right.

[She gives a small nod of approval at the piano before she looks up at him, her eyes brimming with a hopeful gleam in them.]

Like it was made just for me to play.

[And once upon a time, she might have dreamt that such a thing could exist—that she would have something made specially for her, but it's the truth. It's a reality, and it's sitting right here in front of her.]

... No one's ever done this for me before, so... thank you.