[There's a silence that hangs there after that, because Tifa knows what she should say next. A "take care" or "see you later", but it's strange—on one hand, she wants this to end as soon as possible, but at the same time, she wants to prolong this as long as possible. She knows as soon as he leaves, Clover will be sad, and... the thought of that "see you later" is still leaving that dull twinge in her chest.
So, rather than say either of those right away, she nods, straightening.]
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So, rather than say either of those right away, she nods, straightening.]
I promise I'll take good care of her. Clover.