[His hand startles her free, like someone pressing something cold to her skin suddenly. The gasp it elicits is sharp, but when she realizes what it's for—that he had noticed her lost to her own thoughts—she offers him a silent, crooked, but grateful smile at him in return. And it's then that she notices Lyria starting to stir, and she drops her knees to stretch out, the starflower being left on the bedside table for now when the girl lifts herself up...
And frowns and apologizes at her like she had done something wrong.
It makes Tifa's heart sink, but she reaches a hand out to steady her, and it's warm when it touches her shoulder.]
No. It's fine.
[She gives her a shake of her head with a smile. No apologies allowed here.]
You fell asleep, so we thought this might be more comfortable than the chair. How are you feeling?
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And frowns and apologizes at her like she had done something wrong.
It makes Tifa's heart sink, but she reaches a hand out to steady her, and it's warm when it touches her shoulder.]
No. It's fine.
[She gives her a shake of her head with a smile. No apologies allowed here.]
You fell asleep, so we thought this might be more comfortable than the chair. How are you feeling?