[Bennett gives the small girl a gentle smile. He softly places his open hand on her head, a pale golden glow washing over it. It takes away the pain and some of the bruising, though he won't be able to do anything about the spectre's cold with it. For that... He looks over at Tifa. His control over his magic was questionable at best, he wasn't about to risk trying to use two magic types at once right now.]
Do you think you could put some heat on it, Miss, umm... [He realizes he never asked her name.]
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Do you think you could put some heat on it, Miss, umm... [He realizes he never asked her name.]