[Hearing his voice like this makes Tifa pause again, but this time, it's less jarring and more... she can feel that warm pulse of energy rushing through her, and she gives his hand a squeeze in return. Focusing in on it, she can feel her heartbeat slow, and the tense, coiling feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach slowly unwind. It's still there, and it keeps her alert, but rather than have to deal with that cold fear that seems to have found its way into her bones, it instead pumps more blood into her muscles—she'll be ready should anything leap out at them.

And then she's leading them both to the door back up to the decks of the ship to start their search for the noctaere. It's easier now to navigate with both their feet remaining firm and steady on the ground, and when they find their way back up to the surface, they can see the water clearly now.

To the edges of the ship they go, so that they can peer over it.]

Two hundred gil says that it's down there somewhere. We just need a way to draw it out without causing another storm... You think some food will be enough?

[Do noctaere even eat real food or just feed off negative emotions!? There's got to be some fish on board that might work, if that were true...]