[Thankfully, Tifa is right there with her in the urgency to get the hells out of there. She would have preferred not to go past the demonic beast in doing so, but at least it misses when it swings in their direction. As they run, she tries not to think too much about what demonic beasts usually are. The last thing either of them need is to have to deal with something like 'oh no that's actually Tifa's mom.'
The thought is immediately pushed out of her head when Tifa trips and falls.]
Tifa!
[Hilda doubles back to collect her, and in those moments her hold on the dreamscape snaps. The trees disappear, as does the large plateau at the top of the mountain that she had created for them to explore upon reaching the mountain's peak. Instead, they're back on the rickety bridge, now seemingly impossibly longer and less stable than before.
No sooner does Hilda reach Tifa, scooping her up in her arms, than the planks beneath them snap.]
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The thought is immediately pushed out of her head when Tifa trips and falls.]
Tifa!
[Hilda doubles back to collect her, and in those moments her hold on the dreamscape snaps. The trees disappear, as does the large plateau at the top of the mountain that she had created for them to explore upon reaching the mountain's peak. Instead, they're back on the rickety bridge, now seemingly impossibly longer and less stable than before.
No sooner does Hilda reach Tifa, scooping her up in her arms, than the planks beneath them snap.]