She follows the instruction of the Moogle, taking steps close behind him as she enters into the room.
Tifa isn't sure what to think of the bed-ladden Sephiroth, seeing him for what might be the first time she's ever witnessed him in such a weakened state. Under normal circumstances she might have taken some solace in knowing that he was just as much a mortal as the rest of the city's heroes, no longer the self-proclaimed God that she knew him to be. Surprisingly, she cannot help but feel some manner of pity, seeing the numerous bandages that wrap his wounds tightly.
A single forearm raises in front of the Moogle, pushing against his belly so that she might approach the bed without obstacle. She stands beside him, looking upon the man who had killed her Father, looking upon the man who would destroy her home town, all of the rage and aggression swelling inside of her into the only action that she can resolve as the correct course to embark upon.
The bouquet now set on his bedside, the woman doesn't waste a second to clutch the soldier by his ears, thumbs pressing into the lobes to hold on for dear life as she shakes his head in a rather violent manner.
"HEY! WAKE UP! I DIDN'T COME ALL THE WAY OVER HERE FOR YOU TO SLEEP WHEN I HAVE THINGS TO SAY!!"
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Tifa isn't sure what to think of the bed-ladden Sephiroth, seeing him for what might be the first time she's ever witnessed him in such a weakened state. Under normal circumstances she might have taken some solace in knowing that he was just as much a mortal as the rest of the city's heroes, no longer the self-proclaimed God that she knew him to be. Surprisingly, she cannot help but feel some manner of pity, seeing the numerous bandages that wrap his wounds tightly.
A single forearm raises in front of the Moogle, pushing against his belly so that she might approach the bed without obstacle. She stands beside him, looking upon the man who had killed her Father, looking upon the man who would destroy her home town, all of the rage and aggression swelling inside of her into the only action that she can resolve as the correct course to embark upon.
The bouquet now set on his bedside, the woman doesn't waste a second to clutch the soldier by his ears, thumbs pressing into the lobes to hold on for dear life as she shakes his head in a rather violent manner.
"HEY! WAKE UP! I DIDN'T COME ALL THE WAY OVER HERE FOR YOU TO SLEEP WHEN I HAVE THINGS TO SAY!!"