"I..." She glances back through the fire, to where the persons he left should have been... And there's nothing there. Nothing but shadows and ash, barely a hint of anyone she knew; taken away too fast to do anything about.
"Gone. They're gone."
Of course that makes her angry.
And reckless. Ready to act, instead of have grief and fear swallow her up. Tifa whirls back around to the wreckage, like it's personally responsible for this. If nothing else, it's another obstacle.
"And I'm going to find a way around to you. You're NOT allowed to die, understood!?"
Strangely, the fire is bothering her less and less, even as it blazes brightly. Little more than a brief blast of heat from the oven, to her senses. And though Tifa doesn't realize it (as she's too busy putting hands on the bit of wreckage that isn't burning, and trying to vault over it) the ribbons of jet-black fur along her arms and hands is doing a good job of insulating her from the heat.
/briefly gives notifs a grumpy look. sorry this one slipped by!
"Gone. They're gone."
Of course that makes her angry.
And reckless. Ready to act, instead of have grief and fear swallow her up. Tifa whirls back around to the wreckage, like it's personally responsible for this. If nothing else, it's another obstacle.
"And I'm going to find a way around to you. You're NOT allowed to die, understood!?"
Strangely, the fire is bothering her less and less, even as it blazes brightly. Little more than a brief blast of heat from the oven, to her senses. And though Tifa doesn't realize it (as she's too busy putting hands on the bit of wreckage that isn't burning, and trying to vault over it) the ribbons of jet-black fur along her arms and hands is doing a good job of insulating her from the heat.