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You'd think, but...

[Just as she says that, Tifa trips a little over a loose rock, and of course her panic would spike just as she's about to tell him how she'd fallen through a hole big enough for her to fit through down in the mines—

She grabs hold of him, one hand on his arm while the other takes his hand, and she holds on with an iron grip and a sheepish, nervous laugh.]

... how else are they going to get further down?

[He quickly reaches out when he hears her fall, holding her close as he feels her pulse racing.]

....What happened to you and Sora?

[She's going to try to remain calm, but she swears if her heart didn't just skip twenty beats just now. The Reverein mines are one thing, but getting lost in these ones? Falling through a hole she can't get out of? No thanks...]

Nothing really. He managed to catch me before I could, but we ran into one of those giant moles down there.

[Which sounds crazy saying it out loud, but that wouldn't be the craziest thing that's happened to her here.]

It took us further down where we could get the crystals... through those tunnels in the floor. Some are just... steeper than others, I guess... Or they dug in the wrong spot.

...I see.

[Seeing her still shaken, he can't help but furrow his brows and pull her a little closer to try and soothe her.]

Don't worry. I won't let anything happen.

[In about ten steps, he's going to eat those words and be put to the test.]

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... I know.

[Tifa huffs out with a relieved sigh and straightens, though she never goes too far from him after that.

And in about ten steps, she's going to regret not moving just a little bit closer, or not stepping to walk behind him rather than beside, because she's going to completely miss the well-hidden hole that's in the rocks, the orbs hitting it in such a way that it looks like jagged edges with how it lights up the ground further below. An awkward trick of the eye.

And even if she was paying attention, she wouldn't think much of it. She's too focused on the digging sounds in the distance to bother looking down for the one second that it takes for her foot to suddenly slip.

She screams, and it echoes loudly through the caves, and Eustace will feel her suddenly drop from his side, her hand slipping slightly from between his fingers as she disappears down into the hole. Fortunately, she doesn't let go completely, but he'll definitely feel his arm being wrenched downward along with her—]

Eustace!?

[While the drop down isn't a far one, it's still far enough that breaking her fall would still find a way to injure her one way or another...]

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—!

[The sudden jerk of his hand and her scream sends him staggering back, falling to the ground, but his reflexes are quick enough to tighten his hold and swing his other arm around as he rolls onto his stomach to try and grab her.]

Hold on!

[Except as he tries to pull her up, he feels the ground cracking beneath him. Shit.

Thinking quickly ~~and rolling a freaking nat 20~~, he sees a nearby stalagmite and he uses his dreamotion to fling out a vine, the end wrapping around the column of rock tightly before another flies down to wrap around her, connecting them. And just in time as the ground beneath him gives way. They'll fall about a foot or two before the the vine around his arm tightens, making them dangle and swing from the momentum.]

[She tries to bite back the sound she can feel welling up when the ground crumbles all around her, but it comes bursting out when they fall those couple of feet closer to the floor below. She holds tight, her fingers crawling up to take a more secure grip around his wrist as the two of them swing together a couple dozen feet off the ground, and she can feel the rocks tumbling over her head and into her hair, and she coughs out loud from the dust that's poured into her lungs.

Looking up, she sees the vine, can even hear it being stretched taut, and she glances at him with both a look of surprise and worry... and maybe a little bit of shame for having been the one to take the fall.]

... Eustace.

[Her voice is breathless, panicked. Scared... though hardly for herself, but for him.]

Are you okay!?

[There's a slight grunt and grimace from the vine tightening around his arm, but he just endures.]

I'll be fine. What about you?

[Even the vine that's around her tightens, but Tifa tries to remember to take in several deep breaths.]

Just... a little winded...

[She just fell through a hole. Again. How many times has this happened now? She's lost count...]

But I'll be okay. [That is, until she looks down and sees how far they are from the floor below.] Not sure if these vines are gonna hold for long, though...

[She's definitely feeling that strain.]

They'll hold as long as I control it.

[But he also can't hold it forever.]

Tifa, can you make a light? If it's closer to the ground I can lower us down, but if it's better to go back up, I can pull us that way.

[And she knows that...

Which is why she helps to strengthen their grip... with more vines to coil around them, little starflowers blooming around them, though their glow is dimmer than usual. Still, it's enough to help them see each other a little better.

As for a proper light, she ignites a flame in the palm of her hand that she gently tosses to lower to the ground below where it spreads a little wider to help illuminate it.]

... It's pretty far.

[A little further than where they are in relation to the ground above them, but there's also the low crackling sound of the rock.]

Should be able to break our fall if you can lower us a little more.

[As he looks down at how far the ground is, he then looks up at the vine. It's still holding at least...]

I can get us to where you can safely drop down at least. Just be prepared to make a nest if we end up falling.

[Nest of vines and flowers. That should help cushion the fall at least.

And with that, Eustace concentrates and the vine quickly begins to lower them down.]

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[He'll feel her hand tighten around his arm as they lower themselves, and regardless of whether they do fall or not, Tifa does create a bed of flowers at the bottom, right beneath them, should the vine snap and they take a tumble together.

Because she can hear the pressure on the rocks above them, and more dust crumbles and lands in her hair, making Tifa cough again before she's rubbing it out of her eyes.]

...Just a little further and we should be safe to jump...

[Though, will the rocks hold???]

[Well we got a 20 13 SO a little excitement.

As more dust falls, Eustace will glance up right as there's a sudden snap of part of the vine fraying from the tension and cut of the sharp rocks. But hearing a different kind of crack further up, he quickly looks back.]

Get ready—!?

[Just as he's about to tell Tifa to go ahead and let go, there's an odd shudder through the vine, one that is clearly made from something outside messing with the vine. And then there's another snap, louder this time, before the vine completely goes slack and they fall.

If course the landing will be softened by the nest, but Eustace will hastily try and pull Tifa to him regardless, wanting to protect her.]

[And despite Tifa's high dexterity, she still rolled a 6 on the fall... And even with her advantage of +5, it's a bit of a tumble as they land. Eustace will manage to grab hold of her, at least, but it will be Tifa that hits the flowers first anyway, and while they do add some padding, it's not much and Tifa lands with a heavy thud, protected only by Eustace's arms around her.

She coughs, all of the air leaving her lungs, and she feels a sudden, sharp ache in her ankle that spreads through her leg as they roll a bit through the flowers before finally stopping.]

[When they come to a stop, Eustace winces a little, but he managed to ~~roll a 17~~ endure the impact. He lays there a moment to catch his breath before he quickly moves to check on her.]

Tifa, are you all right?

[She's already attempting to push herself up and give him room to do the same, but her hand is reaching for her leg and clutching it noticeably tight...]

Yeah, I'm fine...

[She's not totally fine, and she'll try not to wince or hiss in pain as she tries to look him over.]

Are you?

[Oooh no he's not letting her off that easy, and she'll it in the way his eyes narrow.]

Like hell you're fine.

[He sits up to look over her leg.]

Where?

[Tifa bites on the inside of her lip a moment, knowing that he would ask her instead, and that even if she wanted to, there's no getting around it.

So, she motions to her ankle.]

Think I twisted it funny or something when we landed. [~~thanks, dice~~ And before he can say anything else:] But I'll be okay! It only hurts a little bit. Just need to walk it off...

[That expression is getting darker, Tifa.]

You want to try and walk this off?

[Just going to reach over and touch her ankle.

And give it a bit of a squeeze.]

[She flinches when he reaches out, and as soon as he gives it a squeeze—]

Eustace! Don't—!

[And as she goes to swat at his hand, she hisses quietly in pain instead.]

What was that for!?

Because you're treating this too lightly!

[His voice rises a bit more than he intends, and he has to bite back more of what he'd say, instead just focusing back on her ankle.

He'll once again reach for it, but he won't treat it roughly like he did before. Instead she'll feel the coolness of his dreamotion as he applies the healing skill he had developed. It would help reduce the swelling, numb the pain, and bring relief at least.]

[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.]

[And when she tries to push herself up, he's going to pull her back down—to him and careful that she isn't stressing her injured ankle.]

What are you doing?

[She has no choice but to topple into him, using him and the flowers to help break her fall, her face twisting just a bit when she feels that achy twinge in her ankle again.]

I'm getting up.

[She says it so quietly, yet so matter-of-factly.]

We can't stay here...?

[But it's more that she doesn't want him worrying about a little injury, or... whatever it is that's bothering him.]

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