[Moving is important, which is why Tifa helps him sit upright, to get the blood pumping through his arms and legs again so he'll be able to stand. The fire in her hand flickers, threatening to go out, but with a bit of focus, she forces it to grow again, and that's when she breathes out a sheepish laugh, letting herself fall back into a seated position in front of Bennett.]
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Takes a lot out of you, this magic...
[She flexes her fingers, as if that will help.]