[Tifa pauses, lips pursing together when she peers up at Juzo, but slowly, her focused frown turns into a soft smile as she nods. It's tough to get the hang of the magic here, but his words of encouragement (not to mention the ice still creeping up his arm) forces her to hunker down and concentrate.]
Right.
[The flame flickers again, as if it's about to go out, but then—with a mighty whoosh, it swells. She falls back a bit, faltering when it grows, and for a second, it looks like it's about to consume Juzo's arm whole. She manages to regain control quickly enough, and the flames circle around it instead, cocooning it in its warmth.]
... There. That should do it. [She exhales, relieved.] Does it feel alright?
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Right.
[The flame flickers again, as if it's about to go out, but then—with a mighty whoosh, it swells. She falls back a bit, faltering when it grows, and for a second, it looks like it's about to consume Juzo's arm whole. She manages to regain control quickly enough, and the flames circle around it instead, cocooning it in its warmth.]
... There. That should do it. [She exhales, relieved.] Does it feel alright?