[ it doesn't escape her, the weighted importance of this rescue, how uncertainty she'd been of the outcome if he hadn't arrived, and suddenly her mind drifts to a certain blond that she once asked to promise that he'd save her were she ever in trouble. but she's not so distracted that she wouldn't be able to tell that the blond man who guides her into the secure safety of his body isn't cloud.

yet, there's something almost knightly about his actions, heroic in his confidence and willingness to pull her away from danger that she feels her body warm from it all, either touched with a fondness for the kindness or — slick wet for the overwhelming desire of him, as the small diamond marked behind her ear seems to glow a brighter red the closer she finds herself tucked to his side.

she drowns out the sounds of the men behind her, curling her body in closer as the man moves with such well-timed ease, skilled in the movement of his feet. tifa's lips remain parted with the surprise but isn't able to find another word to utter until she's guided swiftly away, following his steps as she turns her head to look up at her mysterious savior. ]

I didn't exactly want to be here to begin with, I just — [ her breath catches, feeling the heat making her a little dizzy that she almost stumbles before catching herself, head turning away that the crimson glow of her mark behind her ear is visible to his eyes. ] Thanks for helping me, but I should — I should probably leave.