The customary response was just lingering on her lips at the request. But Tifa refrained from uttering them. To her regulars - to people in general - like Jill, they were unnecessary. And given the weight of the other's tone, they were fairly unwelcomed. She didn't need a faceless servant to the drunkards that walked the streets of the city. Or empty pleasantries.
Jill needed a friend.
A glance was spared at the other woman before the barmaid went through the practiced motion of mixing the beverage - she knew every drink by heart, or at least had the courtesy to ask if she didn't - and then her eyes rested on the other with a curious knit in her brows. "...Something you need to talk about?"
It was as serious and to the point as Tifa could get, and as honest as she would allow herself to get. The young warrior deserved that much. Because they were the same. Different times and places and details, but essence, the same. Right up until the moment that their paths crossed and followed alongside each other.
my boyfriend's back and you're gonna be in trouble? hey now, hey now, my - *shot*
Jill needed a friend.
A glance was spared at the other woman before the barmaid went through the practiced motion of mixing the beverage - she knew every drink by heart, or at least had the courtesy to ask if she didn't - and then her eyes rested on the other with a curious knit in her brows. "...Something you need to talk about?"
It was as serious and to the point as Tifa could get, and as honest as she would allow herself to get. The young warrior deserved that much. Because they were the same. Different times and places and details, but essence, the same. Right up until the moment that their paths crossed and followed alongside each other.