[From where she's sitting, she watches him carefully, eyes hidden behind the curtain of hair that falls in front of them as she hugs the pillow closer. Butterflies explode in her stomach at the mix of emotions on his face, and her face feels hot and like she might suddenly melt away.

When he moves to her, she lets him pull the pillow away with ease, and the way the sun returns to the room highlights and saturates the colour in her cheeks. Wide, hopeful, red eyes gaze at him as she keeps herself curled up, but his words draw a smile out of her, and there's a very visible sigh of relief that passes through her whole body.]

... Really?

[It's not as if she expected otherwise. Eustace had never been the kind of man who would think anything less of the things she gave him, but still, that small part of her worried that he'd see it as just another trinket, and not the memento that she always intended for it to be. A memento that carries so much more weight now than it did when she meant to give it to him, funnily enough—one that is now a symbol of the beginnings of what they've built, and the only thing of that life that they have.

Tifa lowers her arms and her knees and lifts her chin enough that he can see the crooked smile.]

It was meant to be a sort of... good luck charm. [She reaches into her shirt and pulls out the small glass moon that hangs next to the dog tags.] But I guess we've already got those now, huh?

[The trinkets clink softly as she lets them fall back to her chest, and she motions to his hand.]

I had it specially made, and was going to tell you to attach it to Flamek... so if you were ever out there fighting without me... I'd at least still be with you somehow.