Tifa knows no one's coming for them until the weather's settled. If it's this bad here, the narrow paths leading up will be even worse, wind battered and slicked with ice, and - and there's no one in the village that will follow after her when she wanders off into the mountains anymore...
On a less wistful, fairy tale note, she also remembers the 'great' Sephiroth leaving the trooper they'd lost when the bridge had broken behind without a backward glance and she really doesn't see how any malfunction in some rusty old reactor that's been broken forever anyway couldn't wait just a little bit longer to find someone that might still be alive.
Maybe the guilt from not standing up to him and saying something like that is eating at her a little too.
Which is just all the more reason she isn't going to lose this trooper, no matter how much of its sharp cold and creeping ice Mount Nibel decided to throw at them.
The chin tilt from her silent charge though catches her a little bit by surprise. It almost looks like a question and her eyebrows scrunch down over her eyes as she looks blankly back at him. It would be so much easier if he could talk but she isn't about to be rude enough to say so. Is he expecting her to do more somehow? Because she really can't think of anything she hasn't already done. Or...
Or had that been a return gesture of concern about her?
She hesitates, shifting from foot to foot even if she can't really feel them anymore, watching him silently. Maybe he isn't such a jerk after all, or maybe he is and it's just that it's hard to be a jerk when you're both miserable and freezing. Giving in because, no matter how brave and practical she's trying to be the truth is that she's a little scared and a lot cold and she really, really doesn't want to be alone in this, she inches over to him and sinks down onto her heels in front of him, arms still tucked up tight against her chest. Taking a risk that maybe admitting to being less than perfect in front of him will win an ally instead of an eye roll, she manages a shivering:
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On a less wistful, fairy tale note, she also remembers the 'great' Sephiroth leaving the trooper they'd lost when the bridge had broken behind without a backward glance and she really doesn't see how any malfunction in some rusty old reactor that's been broken forever anyway couldn't wait just a little bit longer to find someone that might still be alive.
Maybe the guilt from not standing up to him and saying something like that is eating at her a little too.
Which is just all the more reason she isn't going to lose this trooper, no matter how much of its sharp cold and creeping ice Mount Nibel decided to throw at them.
The chin tilt from her silent charge though catches her a little bit by surprise. It almost looks like a question and her eyebrows scrunch down over her eyes as she looks blankly back at him. It would be so much easier if he could talk but she isn't about to be rude enough to say so. Is he expecting her to do more somehow? Because she really can't think of anything she hasn't already done. Or...
Or had that been a return gesture of concern about her?
She hesitates, shifting from foot to foot even if she can't really feel them anymore, watching him silently. Maybe he isn't such a jerk after all, or maybe he is and it's just that it's hard to be a jerk when you're both miserable and freezing. Giving in because, no matter how brave and practical she's trying to be the truth is that she's a little scared and a lot cold and she really, really doesn't want to be alone in this, she inches over to him and sinks down onto her heels in front of him, arms still tucked up tight against her chest. Taking a risk that maybe admitting to being less than perfect in front of him will win an ally instead of an eye roll, she manages a shivering:
"I'm freezing."