["Um, excuse me..." One of the attendants on the platform hands them some wet towels, and when Tifa lowers her hand and sobs at him, he starts before shoving them into her arms. "Please use these to clean yourselves off if you'd like." Before he runs away because nope, not dealing with this—]
Ah... Eustace... [SNIFF.] Here...
[She unfolds one of the warm, wet towels and reaches up to dab it lazily against the side of his face, wiping away some of the dried up ale that's mercilessly clinging to him.]
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Ah... Eustace... [SNIFF.] Here...
[She unfolds one of the warm, wet towels and reaches up to dab it lazily against the side of his face, wiping away some of the dried up ale that's mercilessly clinging to him.]