Yuffie :9:

[viva_la_materia]

[Yuffie sits with her eyes tightly shut at the foot of the ice sculpture that was Lavi, her back turned to it, resting her chin on her drawn-up knees. There's a strip of green cloth clutched in her hand--she runs her thumb over the scaly pattern, over and over.]

[For once in her life, she isn't saying a word.]