It was dark by the time they reached Cosmo Canyon. Red XIII bounded away immediately to greet old friends, the others, exhausted from a day of hard travel, found the nearest inn and headed for it with a cacophony of yawns and grumbles about aching feet. The inn was a simple one-room afair, but it was warm and comfortable, and in no time the weary eyes of the travellers closed.
Except Yuffie's. She remained wide-away; her eyes glued to the materia pouch at Cloud's waist. When she was sure everyone was asleep, she rose and crossed carefully to where Cloud lay. He stirred briefly as she crouched over him, nimble fingers teasing open the straps securing the pouch and slipping inside. One finger made contact with the cold, hard surface of the morph materia. Cloud's eyelids fluttered open.
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