[She remains close, clinging to him and not willing to let him move too far from her now that she's been enveloped in the heat of his body again, that uncharacteristic chill in the morning air finally fading. Tifa can already feel some of that tension she's been carrying leaving—not all of it, however, because she braces herself for his answer.

Tifa looses a sharp sigh, recalling that memory of the moonscape. She remembers that as if it were yesterday too—how he'd sustained that bite from the noctaser that had been chasing them as he tried to protect him, and the sheer rage that overcame her when she saw him laying injured on the ground. The last time she had ever felt that sort of anger was after the plate had fallen, and even then, she had somehow managed to keep it under wraps...

That... had been an entirely different side of her that she never knew existed.

Her lips quirk into a crooked, melancholic smile when he mentions that he'd thought of her, and there's that warm, fluttery feeling of affection that surges in her chest that all she can manage to mutter is:]

I see...

[Her fingers move from the tag to take him by the shirt again, as if holding on to him is her only lifeline to keep her afloat, and to stop her from sinking further into the depths of these memories.]

Well, that's... good, isn't it? [Her tone takes on a hopeful note.] That means that there is a way to fight against it, if it goes away like that... huh.

I wonder if... you think the charms could...?