[With the fevers cropping up left and right about the Void, Tifa's been taking extra steps to err on the side of caution—vitamins when she can find them, eating more greens and less meat, and wandering up to Heavenly Blanc to make herself some green tea when she has a free moment. She's spent most of the remainder of her time locked up in her apartment or in the confines of the Market, away from the busiest and more crowded places in the Void, but the growing numbers and severity is concerning, especially so when she hears that string of coughs coming from Damien's end of the bar.
She turns to look, just in time to catch him looking up from the... bloodied petals in his hand?
It really should have been a slower, more cautious approach, especially with a steaming cup of tea in her hand, but she scurries out from behind the counter.]
What do you mean 'what'?
[You just coughed up a bunch of blood and flowers, and all you have to say is "what"? WHAT?]
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She turns to look, just in time to catch him looking up from the... bloodied petals in his hand?
It really should have been a slower, more cautious approach, especially with a steaming cup of tea in her hand, but she scurries out from behind the counter.]
What do you mean 'what'?
[You just coughed up a bunch of blood and flowers, and all you have to say is "what"? WHAT?]
Damien. You okay?
[... Clearly not.]