"Oh really?" Leon chuckled a little. "I will be sure to let Master Zexion know. Especially since you will not be able to run away." Teasing! Teasing.
Tifa laughed at both her husband's teasing and her son's woe about not being able to play his violin. "Patience, my love," she said, kissing Sora's forehead. "You will have full use of your arm again, as soon as Master Zexion says so. Until then, you will just have to imagine the music you will play."
She stroked his hair gently and leaned back a little against the couch. He'd eaten, and was resting, so she really didn't mind if he fell asleep right here. "You will have to play for your father and I," she murmured, "When you are well."