[She gives him a look, although there's no real heat behind it.]
I can handle it.
[She's seen worse, and even if she's not exactly comfortable with sewing his skin together, she can do it. Tifa lets go of him and finally stands, slower and far less gracefully than she'd like. Her pack isn't far, and as she digs out their soap and a water bottle, then grabs the sewing kit from where Cloud had left it, she keeps an eye out for any microchips that might have been missed. They'll have to search more thoroughly later, but she's almost certain there are none left.
Settling down beside him again, Tifa takes his wrist as she tries to ignore her frustration. After all that, they couldn't even keep one chip. Hopefully Rhys and Angel had some luck at least.]
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I can handle it.
[She's seen worse, and even if she's not exactly comfortable with sewing his skin together, she can do it. Tifa lets go of him and finally stands, slower and far less gracefully than she'd like. Her pack isn't far, and as she digs out their soap and a water bottle, then grabs the sewing kit from where Cloud had left it, she keeps an eye out for any microchips that might have been missed. They'll have to search more thoroughly later, but she's almost certain there are none left.
Settling down beside him again, Tifa takes his wrist as she tries to ignore her frustration. After all that, they couldn't even keep one chip. Hopefully Rhys and Angel had some luck at least.]