[The moment that he wakes up, Tifa's arms are around him. She can see—and feel—that ice that's creeping up his arm and into his shoulder and chest, and fear grips and squeezes her heart... but her relief is what keeps it from plummeting, because at least he is awake, and aware, even if his lungs may be struggling for air. She takes him and holds him as tight as she can, pulling him close into her warmth, her hand cradling the back of his head.
It's terrifying, how much this reminds her of back then... and her body is shivering against the ice and her fingers are shaking as they comb through his hair, but she remains steadfast, whispering into his ear.]
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It's terrifying, how much this reminds her of back then... and her body is shivering against the ice and her fingers are shaking as they comb through his hair, but she remains steadfast, whispering into his ear.]
... I'm here.