[Whatever heat had pooled in her has long since been put out, replaced with a fear unlike one that she's felt in a long time. Either this is all a terrible dream, or that is not her husband. Or it's him, and he's under some enchantment. It doesn't matter what it is, the moment that Eustace goes for his axe, it's Tifa who leaps in front of the dogs, putting herself between him and them.]
Don't.
[But no matter how desperate she is, no matter how afraid she is, the tremble finding its way into her voice, she can't bring herself to raise her fists against him.
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Don't.
[But no matter how desperate she is, no matter how afraid she is, the tremble finding its way into her voice, she can't bring herself to raise her fists against him.
So, she turns to the dogs.]
Run. See if you can find Lyria.