[Well, that's one pissed Harpy. He hears the sound of Tifa's shoulder connecting with the unsuspecting bird's own, hears a brief, sharp caw of rage as soon as it understands what happened to it. But it's fine. The thing's in no position to shove back, pushed along by more of the current of people which are all around them.]
Hey-
[...Honestly, it strikes him to tell her to hold on, that he'll be right there, but... she... got there first.
It's her, all right.
It's emblematic of her. Them. In general. He'd... always tried to save her. But she never needed it. It was... a vague attempt to be kind on her part, way back when, and years later, she'd only indulged that promise for him. So all he can snap back is-]
Be careful.
[A... lot of wriggling against the tide of people in both directions and no doubt more annoyed mirrorbound, and- he's got her. He's really got her, his hand is clasped, tightly, around her wrist, and he's pulling her toward the side of a stall. Literally stepping right through it (much to the chagrin of a goblin) and edging around the boxes of dubious wares held at the back of it, and...
....They're out.
The back of where the stalls are set up is shabby. Loud too, from the foot traffic a few yards away. Discarded packaging litters the area. One of the goblins is even smoking at the back of one of the stalls and staring at them with yellow eyes. But...]
How did you get here? How long've you been here?
[There's an urgency in his voice, a look of disbelief on his face, and perhaps his hand is still holding her wrist.
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Hey-
[...Honestly, it strikes him to tell her to hold on, that he'll be right there, but... she... got there first.
It's her, all right.
It's emblematic of her. Them. In general. He'd... always tried to save her. But she never needed it. It was... a vague attempt to be kind on her part, way back when, and years later, she'd only indulged that promise for him. So all he can snap back is-]
Be careful.
[A... lot of wriggling against the tide of people in both directions and no doubt more annoyed mirrorbound, and- he's got her. He's really got her, his hand is clasped, tightly, around her wrist, and he's pulling her toward the side of a stall. Literally stepping right through it (much to the chagrin of a goblin) and edging around the boxes of dubious wares held at the back of it, and...
....They're out.
The back of where the stalls are set up is shabby. Loud too, from the foot traffic a few yards away. Discarded packaging litters the area. One of the goblins is even smoking at the back of one of the stalls and staring at them with yellow eyes. But...]
How did you get here?
How long've you been here?
[There's an urgency in his voice, a look of disbelief on his face, and perhaps his hand is still holding her wrist.
...A little too tightly.]
You alright?