[ it was truly a wonder that Lyria even had anymore tears left inside of her from her previous cry against Eustace. Yet as the fresh stream fell, she could feel both the soft hand against her hair and the one that moved across her back. Both present, and both so caring.
It was Tifa’s proposal that slowed her cries almost instantly, and Eustace’s gentle inquiry that lead her sobs to reduced sniffles once again. ]
I… [ A pause, her voice sheepish as she kept her gaze averted. ] … I would like that a lot.
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It was Tifa’s proposal that slowed her cries almost instantly, and Eustace’s gentle inquiry that lead her sobs to reduced sniffles once again. ]
I… [ A pause, her voice sheepish as she kept her gaze averted. ] … I would like that a lot.