[Those flowers that had been in her bag practically turn to dust the moment the crystal falls in, and Tifa frowns down at it along with him, feeling the full effects now. The way that the air thickens, how it grows both cold and hot at the same time, and how it tries to draw upon both of them, even as it sits at the bottom of the bag. There's nothing protecting them from it—it's just a cloth backpack—so she's still a bit wary of carrying it all the way out, but...]
no subject
Think you can share some of that...?