[Tifa rarely ever flies, and she's not sure if this is worse than Cid's bronco or not. Not that she is going to complain about it—she is grateful for what Joshua is doing, and she fears that the guilt is going to consume her once this is all over, but for now, she forces herself to swallow it down and keep on.
She keeps one hand firmly gripped in the Phoenix's feathers, the other around Lyria, holding her in place as close as she can manage to her. There's a moment where she buries her face into the girl's hair, seeking what comfort she can give her. What Joshua can offer in the warmth of the Phoenix... before she knows that everything will go cold and dark.]
It's going to be okay...
[She whispers it, but loud enough for them both to hear, and clutches onto those chains that much tighter, their warmth rippling outward as if to protect them all from whatever they might find as they ascend...]
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She keeps one hand firmly gripped in the Phoenix's feathers, the other around Lyria, holding her in place as close as she can manage to her. There's a moment where she buries her face into the girl's hair, seeking what comfort she can give her. What Joshua can offer in the warmth of the Phoenix... before she knows that everything will go cold and dark.]
It's going to be okay...
[She whispers it, but loud enough for them both to hear, and clutches onto those chains that much tighter, their warmth rippling outward as if to protect them all from whatever they might find as they ascend...]