[Tifa watches Aerith, her smile only having room to grow with each moment she passes her judgement. The second that they stepped up to the front, Tifa knew it was a place she could imagine seeing her live, out in the gardens or tending to her many plants around the house, but the crucial decision was what Aerith thought of it.]

That's the important thing.

[And then she's suddenly compelled to cross the room and wrap her arms around Aerith in a hug. She doesn't know why, exactly, but does she really need a reason? Overcome by happiness and pride for the one person here she would consider her closest friend? It's brief but warm, but its firmness says all of that without her having to use words to.]

I'm so happy for you.

[She does anyway.]

Making a life for yourself here... I'm just... [She breathes in, and then heaves a great, relieved sigh.] Sometimes I miss home, but it's nice to know that some of us could.