[ the question takes him aback-- even moreso does the intent. it's a moment of clarity, where daan's investment in this woman makes picture perfect sense to him.

he hadn't been wrong to compare her to aerith. the similarities are striking. cloud looks to her, electric blues blinking, shifting about awkwardly before submitting. ]

...Her name's Tifa. [ there's a kind of shyness that softens his expression when he speaks. ] She... could use more friends. 'Specially girls.

[ he doesn't elaborate on that last bit; cloud's gaze flits back to marina, and for a moment, there's a flicker of a smile. ]

You're softer than you let on, y'know. You and Daan got that in common. Just can't help but give a damn about people, can't you?