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[She will look at him, but there's still a flicker of avoidance in her gaze, never letting it linger for too long. Instead, Tifa focuses on his eye, reaching out to push his hair aside herself to examine it, realizing only now that this is the first time she's seen him with his hair back—with both eyes completely visible. It's striking in a way, and she hovers with her fingers combed through his fringe, getting a good look at him and the marks that are just barely detectable in the dark red lighting of the room before she allows his hair to fall back into place.

Well, she did look at him, but...

Tifa rises to her feet for a moment and there's a loud tearing noise as she rips around the entire length of her dress until she's left with a long strip of cloth in hand.]

Here. This should work until you get home.