[She feels him fade right in front of her. One moment, his lips are there and the next, they're gone, leaving Tifa standing alone in the burning foyer of the house.
And as her flames reach the wooden staircase and walls and doors and she hears them crackle from the heat, she exhales with relief.
There is that pull back to her reality, and she leans into it.
But it will take her a moment to wake up, her brow furrowed as she tries to find her way out of the fire and to the safety of their bed, and the tiniest noise escapes her at his side before she, too, jolts awake and immediately searches for him, still dazed and confused.]
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And as her flames reach the wooden staircase and walls and doors and she hears them crackle from the heat, she exhales with relief.
There is that pull back to her reality, and she leans into it.
But it will take her a moment to wake up, her brow furrowed as she tries to find her way out of the fire and to the safety of their bed, and the tiniest noise escapes her at his side before she, too, jolts awake and immediately searches for him, still dazed and confused.]
—Eustace!?