[Tifa looks him over in a bit of a panic, her hands slipping away from him to move his arms a bit and to brush his hair back away from his face, as if trying to search for any bite marks he may still have.
Though, if her own is gone, then would his not be, too?
Doesn't matter. The fact that anything managed to at all in her dream...]
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Though, if her own is gone, then would his not be, too?
Doesn't matter. The fact that anything managed to at all in her dream...]
Bit you? Where?