[She's hit a bit of a sore spot, hasn't she? She watches his ear flick, notices his hum, but when he explains, she listens patiently, her own eyes on Clover while she makes another leap at the tail. She's persistent, if anything.
Tifa recalls their initial meeting with him. He hadn't been so open to share anything about himself, so they had little to go on about who he was before he wound up there, or where he'd come from... whether he had family or friends looking for him. So the fact that he's sharing even this much with him now pulls at her chest a little, but in a good way.
Her smile grows sullen to warm, hearing about his grandfather, and she's silent for a short stretch while she gives Clover a small scratch behind the ears, to which she responds with a small, angry mewl. Don't, mom! She's trying to catch her prey!]
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Tifa recalls their initial meeting with him. He hadn't been so open to share anything about himself, so they had little to go on about who he was before he wound up there, or where he'd come from... whether he had family or friends looking for him. So the fact that he's sharing even this much with him now pulls at her chest a little, but in a good way.
Her smile grows sullen to warm, hearing about his grandfather, and she's silent for a short stretch while she gives Clover a small scratch behind the ears, to which she responds with a small, angry mewl. Don't, mom! She's trying to catch her prey!]
Your Grandfather... he wasn't like you?