[The longer they stand outside, the looser Tifa's arm will become. Slowly but surely, she begins to let up, but not enough that she'll free him completely from the grip her arm has on his. She watches him carefully, eyes fixed on his expression, and she can sense those odd pricks on his memory when they happen, the air around him growing strangely tense with each passing moment that it makes her stomach turn over from nerves.
But nothing like what she saw before is happening, so... she takes half a step back, her fingers now curled around his arm, still holding onto something, and trying to keep him grounded while the dogs continue to whine on the other side of the door. She offers them a reassuring nod before turning back to Eustace.]
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But nothing like what she saw before is happening, so... she takes half a step back, her fingers now curled around his arm, still holding onto something, and trying to keep him grounded while the dogs continue to whine on the other side of the door. She offers them a reassuring nod before turning back to Eustace.]
No headaches?