[She doesn't mind in the least. A hug is a hug, and she means for it to show her appreciation for him in ways that words couldn't. He had helped to open her eyes, even if it was only a little bit and even if Tifa still has a long way to go, but there is a weight that had been lifted from her shoulders at his words, and within the dream itself that he might even be able to feel some of that tension lost in her shoulders, or when he lays a hand on top of her head.]
Yeah.
[When Tifa pulls back, she quickly swipes a hand over her cheek, wiping away a tear that had formed before it could fall. And she reaches for the small box.]
I still want you to have this. It isn't much, but I made it myself.
[Should he take the box and open it, he'll find a small glass charm within it, and inside of that is a dried four-leaf clover.]
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Yeah.
[When Tifa pulls back, she quickly swipes a hand over her cheek, wiping away a tear that had formed before it could fall. And she reaches for the small box.]
I still want you to have this. It isn't much, but I made it myself.
[Should he take the box and open it, he'll find a small glass charm within it, and inside of that is a dried four-leaf clover.]