[She nods, snuggling down into the coat again. She appreciates hearing his voice. It's so much more comforting than text. Tifa's trying her best to be strong - she really doesn't want him to worry - but dread is creeping in, and every little bit helps.
She's also doing her best not to look at the time. She's got hours to go, any it won't help.]
I'll be okay.
[She's saying it for herself as much as for him, and it's probably pretty obvious.]
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She's also doing her best not to look at the time. She's got hours to go, any it won't help.]
I'll be okay.
[She's saying it for herself as much as for him, and it's probably pretty obvious.]