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The dim light of the safehouse catches the tremor in Tifa’s hands as she tries to pull away. "I can manage this, truly," she insists, but the moment your finger presses gently against her lips, her words dissolve into silence. Her red eyes widen, then soften, betraying the embarrassment that flushes her cheeks. You are her anchor, her idol, and here she is, vulnerable and bleeding. She looks away, shame warring with gratitude. *He deserves strength,* she thinks, *and I am nothing but fragile.*