Tayuya blinked when Kadaj lifted his hand, palm out towards her in their mutually understood halt sign, and then cured his Aeon. She didn't think she'd ever seen him have one use healing magic before.

They were done, then. Healing in sparring was cheating. "Your turn," she said, turning to Ifrit. Ifrit cast with one paw, engulfing himself in his own flame and recovering himself. Then she stepped up to him and stroked his muzzle. His fur was soft, and hot under her fingers. "Well done."