[Neither of them should. They both know better. Tifa sticks close, trailing back a step or two, distracted by just... watching him with a goofy smile on her face. She can't help it. It's nice to see him this happy, and she can't remember the last time she ever saw him smile this easily or often. Never, probably.
The snow isn't terrible, but it is deep enough to make moving awkward and slow them down somewhat. She doesn't even consider that she should be paying closer attention to her surroundings, too focused on Royce and slogging her way through the snow behind him.]
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The snow isn't terrible, but it is deep enough to make moving awkward and slow them down somewhat. She doesn't even consider that she should be paying closer attention to her surroundings, too focused on Royce and slogging her way through the snow behind him.]