[Tifa has no idea what could be happening, but she isn't going to question it for too long. It could be that they've somehow dream-shifted—that was a thing they could do, but she wasn't well-versed in how it worked or what it really meant. A manifestation of their own dreamotion energy, perhaps? At any rate, this is less dangerous than being pummeled by balls, so she'll take what she can get.
It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust, and when she looks around, she sees... nothing. Nothing that she could be considered a threat, anyway...
But there's something else that catches her eye, only from its flickering in the firelight.]
There. Is that... a door?
[Tucked in between two floor-to-ceiling bookshelves is a door disguised as another, but the golden handle on it is hard to mistake for anything but.]
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It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust, and when she looks around, she sees... nothing. Nothing that she could be considered a threat, anyway...
But there's something else that catches her eye, only from its flickering in the firelight.]
There. Is that... a door?
[Tucked in between two floor-to-ceiling bookshelves is a door disguised as another, but the golden handle on it is hard to mistake for anything but.]