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[pans_lullabye]

Who: Ofelia and Roy, Open to Tifa and her house.
What: Bad dreams and Roy is a dad
Where: Ofelia's bedroom
When: After Ofelia's post

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[anunlockedheart]

[Tifa hadn't slept well...at all, really. Not since her own nightmare about Sephiroth. So she was in a half-awake state when she heard the noises--not from the journal, but from upstairs. She went from half-awake to wide-awake in a matter of seconds, considered putting on the leather gloves on her nightstand, decided that was an excellent idea, and took the stairs two at a time to Ofelia's room.

Annnd she's cautiously opening the door, mentally preparing herself for what she's going to find.]

...Ofelia?

[and a beat. She notices the other person in the room, immediately goes into a fighting stance before she realizes who it is]

Roy? What are you doing here?

[eatshootsnleves]

[Looks up and immediately gives a faint smile, making no move to let go. He figures the answer to her question is pretty obvious.]

Hey, Tifa. Sorry I didn't knock.

[pans_lullabye]

[Looks up and automatic worry comes onto her face. She gets up, reaching a hand out to take Tifa's.]

I'm all right.

I need to stop forgetting logs ;; /punches self

[anunlockedheart]

[She gives Ofelia's hand a little squeeze and leans down to give her a closer look. Checking for bruises, cuts, all that maternal jazz.]

Are you sure?

[her gaze flickers over to Roy, and she gives him a slightly hesitant smile. She likes Roy and all, but this is...strange for her.]

It's okay...I think.

[eatshootsnleves]

[Heh. Getting up himself, meeting Tifa's look with a rueful half-smile.]

Well, my work is about done here. . . [ruffles Ofelia's hair one last time. He'd hate to deprive her of mom time.]

[pans_lullabye]

[The maternal pat down reminds her a bit too much of her own mother and she steps closer to wrap her arms around Tifa's waist.]

Yes. I had a bad dream, but I'm okay. Senor Roy was worried about me...

sorry gaiz baww /fails

[anunlockedheart]

[She nods at Roy, a little distracted.] We should talk. But...tomorrow, okay? [Gives him a reassuring smile. She's not upset, just...a bit thrown off.

Her attention returns to Ofelia and she gives the girl a hug.] Good. Good. [Her own nightmare had ended in her nearly bleeding to death, so she's sympathetic, to say the least.] I'm glad he was here to help. [And she really means that.]

[eatshootsnleves]

[He smiles, honest and a bit surprised.] Yeah! Definitely.

[Pats Tifa's shoulder on the way out.] 'Night, ladies. [And gone.]