Quistis let out a breath that she had been holding once the T-Rex fell under Squall's sleep spell, the beast falling to the ground in a sleepy heap that caused for the surrounding area to tremble beneath the impact. Though they seemed to be in the clear for the time being, Quistis kept her whip uncoiled and it's grip held firm in her hand, at the ready should the spell wear off anytime soon. The effect's of Hope's haste magic lingered over her own body, though, her movements as well as her breathing a bit faster than normal-- it was evident in the way she whipped around to face the cadet, the maneuver a bit jerkier compared to her usual grace.

"He's right-- trying to take on a T-Rex without having learned the proper junctions is extremely dangerous. And to face the beast alone?" Unlike Squall, though, Quistis' expression was one of genuine concern, her brows knit as she took a step forward to the younger male. "Are you alright?"