[Through it all, Tifa is kicking herself for not being able to do more. If only there was something else that she could do to help, because sitting here repeating her words as if she's praying to some nonexistent god isn't going to get them very far and isn't going to stop these constant struggles that he finds himself wrapped up in when he tries to chase after those memories of his. She tries to tell herself that they aren't as bad as the first one, and that the more he regains, the better he seems, but it doesn't do much to console her.
The corgi hops out of the tub, dripping water everywhere as she trots up to join them, her nose bumping against the side of Eustace's face in a small gesture of comfort—more than anything Tifa can offer, and it deflates her even further.
Would it be so strange for her to grab hold of him and offer up her strength? Her shoulders and arms and hands, and her support?
Given all that's happened, and how their memories are so much more misaligned than they were even before all of this, she figures so...]
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The corgi hops out of the tub, dripping water everywhere as she trots up to join them, her nose bumping against the side of Eustace's face in a small gesture of comfort—more than anything Tifa can offer, and it deflates her even further.
Would it be so strange for her to grab hold of him and offer up her strength? Her shoulders and arms and hands, and her support?
Given all that's happened, and how their memories are so much more misaligned than they were even before all of this, she figures so...]
What did you see...?
[Curious, but cautious.]