[Tifa's brow furrows, starting a little at his voice, her lips turning down into a frown, and she says nothing else as the icy coolness drifts over her ankle, though her own lights start to dim.]
[Just a quiet,] Thanks... [As she rubs a hand over it, the pain numbed away enough that she can at least touch it without irritating it too much...
She really would have been fine—it was just a little twist of her ankle, nothing that she hasn't dealt with before. Nothing that was as bad as some of the other things she's had to walk off in recent months. And with that out of the way, she'll push herself up onto her good leg on her own... or try to, anyway.]
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[Just a quiet,] Thanks... [As she rubs a hand over it, the pain numbed away enough that she can at least touch it without irritating it too much...
She really would have been fine—it was just a little twist of her ankle, nothing that she hasn't dealt with before. Nothing that was as bad as some of the other things she's had to walk off in recent months. And with that out of the way, she'll push herself up onto her good leg on her own... or try to, anyway.]