[She's still careful around him, her shoulders only just barely tensing on the outside when he moves through the room, her gaze falling to the gun in his holster, but not missing the way his own eyes remain wary on her. It's hard to let herself completely relax, even before when she would be around him in Reverein, with his memories... let alone without. At any moment, anything in this room could trigger something and turn it all upside-down again, so she'll keep herself at a respectable distance.
Tifa looks down at one of the dogs, wondering if they'll let her reach down to comb through the leaves.]
Have they told you how long?
[She realizes only after she says it that it had been a minor slip—that her mind had automatically assumed that he was the same as the Eustace in Camelot, who could speak to and understand animals, and she turns around, waving a dismissive hand.]
Uh, I mean, does anyone know how long it's been?
[A while is what she can assume, just by looking at the place.]
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Tifa looks down at one of the dogs, wondering if they'll let her reach down to comb through the leaves.]
Have they told you how long?
[She realizes only after she says it that it had been a minor slip—that her mind had automatically assumed that he was the same as the Eustace in Camelot, who could speak to and understand animals, and she turns around, waving a dismissive hand.]
Uh, I mean, does anyone know how long it's been?
[A while is what she can assume, just by looking at the place.]