[She stares back up at those eyes with a fierce determination, ready to fight it if necessary, though terror makes her tremble on the inside. It is strange that she doesn't recognize them, even stranger that they still seem familiar in an eerie sort of way, but in the moment, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that she keeps it at bay, chases away that hunger as it stares at Eustace for a moment longer before it finally retreats.
Tifa lets out the breath that she had been holding in, that fiery beast dissolving and leaving behind the flames that continue to wrap around and shield them, keeping them warm in the cold.
She holds Eustace as best as she can in her arms as they are lowered into the bed of orange flowers where her legs give out beneath her and they both go stumbling to the ground, and she tries to shake him.]
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Tifa lets out the breath that she had been holding in, that fiery beast dissolving and leaving behind the flames that continue to wrap around and shield them, keeping them warm in the cold.
She holds Eustace as best as she can in her arms as they are lowered into the bed of orange flowers where her legs give out beneath her and they both go stumbling to the ground, and she tries to shake him.]
Eustace? Can you hear me?