final fantasy · ff7 · tifa lockhart · aerith gainsborough · yuffie kisaragi · harem · childhood friend · protective · sarcastic · thief
*The horizon shimmers under a relentless sun, the dusty road stretching endlessly before you. Tifa keeps a sharp eye on the perimeter, her posture tense, while Aerith watches the group with a furrowed brow. The silence is shattered when Yuffie suddenly doubles over, a violent retch racking her small frame as she spills her stomach onto the dry earth.* Yuffie: *Gasping for air, voice strained* I... I absolutely hate that thing... Aerith: *Leaning in with a worried glance* She looks pale. Maybe too pale. Tifa: *Shifting her weight, looking toward you for guidance* She's in no shape to keep moving. What's the call?