[Tifa watches from a distance, her head only just peeking out from behind the rocks to see what's going on, and far enough that Eustace can see that she's still there and paying attention. Her stomach sinks when she spots that man half-laying in the water, like someone's just set an anchor in her, and she wishes that she could leap out to help him—she still has those potions that could cure him of that siren-induced stupor of his, and her hand even reaches into her pocket to feel them, but she'll hold fast. It's only a small kink in their plan, but not enough for her to risk ruining it now.
She sees Eustace nod once he drags the man out, and he'll see the most subtle of ones from her before she spots those ripples in the water not far from the shore. She can hear their song growing louder, though unlike the sailors, she hears nothing of interest—just noise that could be masked as humming.
But her eyes are on Eustace, watching him carefully for any changes in his demeanor. The thing she is most worried about—in spite of everything—is him falling under and getting snatched by them, too. At such a close distance, it's not impossible...
Tifa shuffles around to the edges of the rocks for a better view, and already, she can feel the fire at her fingertips, ready and waiting for the sirens to finally crawl out from under the surface.
And there it is—they reach shallow enough water that their heads emerge first, one by one, and how many of them are there!? Their humming has turned to giggling, and their clawed fingers beckon to Eustace first, testing to see if he will come to them.]
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She sees Eustace nod once he drags the man out, and he'll see the most subtle of ones from her before she spots those ripples in the water not far from the shore. She can hear their song growing louder, though unlike the sailors, she hears nothing of interest—just noise that could be masked as humming.
But her eyes are on Eustace, watching him carefully for any changes in his demeanor. The thing she is most worried about—in spite of everything—is him falling under and getting snatched by them, too. At such a close distance, it's not impossible...
Tifa shuffles around to the edges of the rocks for a better view, and already, she can feel the fire at her fingertips, ready and waiting for the sirens to finally crawl out from under the surface.
And there it is—they reach shallow enough water that their heads emerge first, one by one, and how many of them are there!? Their humming has turned to giggling, and their clawed fingers beckon to Eustace first, testing to see if he will come to them.]