[Grateful, Tifa takes the offered arm with only a beat of trepidation, not because she doesn't trust him, but because she'd rather avoid troubling him any further, but her wobbling leaves her little to no choice. With a sheepish laugh, she pours all of her focus on balancing herself, her brow knitting together tight in concentration until she's finally steady, thanks to him.]
Little steps. Right.
[Shuffle, he says, but maybe she'll start with baby steps, and that first one will be standing on her own. In a moment.]
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Little steps. Right.
[Shuffle, he says, but maybe she'll start with baby steps, and that first one will be standing on her own. In a moment.]
Some people around here make it look so easy...