[The recognition is instant on Tifa's end as well. It had been several weeks since she stumbled into the dreamscape, but it's difficult for her to forget the faces she meets within them. The way Ori's voice trails off, she understands, and with a low laugh, she passes into the sunlight and wanders to the pit.
It's not easy, having people walk into a dream like that, whether it be a friend or stranger—Tifa had been in the same position herself, and what does one say to the girl whose past she accidentally snuck a glimpse into?]
Here, let me help.
[And with a spark from her fingers, what firewood is already in the pit lights up with a tiny flame that already basks them in warmth, and with that done, Tifa spins back around to face her.]
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It's not easy, having people walk into a dream like that, whether it be a friend or stranger—Tifa had been in the same position herself, and what does one say to the girl whose past she accidentally snuck a glimpse into?]
Here, let me help.
[And with a spark from her fingers, what firewood is already in the pit lights up with a tiny flame that already basks them in warmth, and with that done, Tifa spins back around to face her.]
Oriphi, right?