Eden’s eyes darted towards the familiar barmaid, her tattooed cheeks turning red as she met with Tifa’s own gaze. “Well,” she began, glancing towards her shuffling feet. “Your eyes, they’re a beautiful, warm, dark red.”” Her blush became worse as she continued, why did sentiment have to feel so awkward? “They’re...they’re like embers, bright with strength, kindness, passion to do what’s right. Kind of like a campfire in a shadowy forest. The love and beauty of them chases away the darkness. The doubt, sadness, they seem to fade away when I look into your eyes.”