[ Crowe hisses a curse under her breath, her jaws clenching. She'd ask if he had always tangled up his magic with his emotions this much, but she knows the answer, anyway. They would stay separate with the adrenaline of a battle, usually, which is how he survived, but.

Slow breath out. ]

Okay but since I can't be proper backup anymore, we've gotta figure out a way to get that under control.

[ She almost wants to tell him to snap out of it, except... she knows far too well it's not that easy. Just like her making sure to not get too close to Nyx's chocobo, and entire piles of garula turd like that. ]

Do you lose control of the lightning like that, too? [ Here. What was before... was. And is no longer. ]