[After Tifa hops down from his back, Joshua settles in place. He then takes the time to turn his neck so he can see Lyria better as the two of them wait. He feels that it's important, if for no other reason than to be a steady source of comfort amid the chaos should she need it.]
She is nothing if not resourceful.
[Beaks make it hard to smile, but there's an unmistakeable warmth in his tone to make up for it.]
[Then Tifa reappears, and Joshua snaps to attention. He eyes the charms (it's impossible not to feel the magic emanating from them), but only for a brief moment. Every second that passes is of the essence.]
So we shall.
[Once he's sure both Lyria and Tifa are secure, Joshua launches himself back into the air with powerful beats of his wings, navigating as best he can until they can reach open air.]
[Not that it's much better. Turbulence rocks his body as he tries to find some sort of steady lift.]
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She is nothing if not resourceful.
[Beaks make it hard to smile, but there's an unmistakeable warmth in his tone to make up for it.]
[Then Tifa reappears, and Joshua snaps to attention. He eyes the charms (it's impossible not to feel the magic emanating from them), but only for a brief moment. Every second that passes is of the essence.]
So we shall.
[Once he's sure both Lyria and Tifa are secure, Joshua launches himself back into the air with powerful beats of his wings, navigating as best he can until they can reach open air.]
[Not that it's much better. Turbulence rocks his body as he tries to find some sort of steady lift.]