Lightning's realising that she's badly misjudged how this world would affect her magic; her vision is greying at the edges and her limbs have started to grow cold, crystal creeping along her fingertips as she stubbornly continues to throw out healing wave after wave. Her healing was never as powerful as Vanille or Hope's, so all she can do is make up for it in quantity.

She grits her teeth into a snarl at the incoming tendril. If she dodges, the spells end, and she's not sure if she'll be upright for another round. If she dodges, Tobias takes the hit instead of her, and the gunfire and increasing number of lights spinning around them tells her that's not acceptable. But none of them are doing this alone, and her faith is rewarded when Sven cuts in, despite looking just as bad as she feels.

Everyone's doing their best.

She braces, and keeps going.