[There's that pull again. Tifa's learned not to resist these accidental stumbles, and embraces it easier than she would her own, only to find herself standing in the middle of another new place, in the streets of an icy town, and she hardly has the time to look at her surroundings and take it all in before something—or someone—is crashing into her from behind. The collision is light, but it does send her stumbling forward a step out of surprise, her foot thumping on the ice to root herself.
Turning, she finds a girl who she catches by the arm before she can fall over herself.]
Whoa, careful.
[Her grip is as gentle as her voice as she sets her upright again.]
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Turning, she finds a girl who she catches by the arm before she can fall over herself.]
Whoa, careful.
[Her grip is as gentle as her voice as she sets her upright again.]
Are you okay?