[She can read him clear as day, in the way his fingers press on her skin, and the fire in those blue eyes of his, and when he rests his forehead against hers, she reassures him with a light touch to the side of his face. Tifa appreciates the sentiment, and while she wouldn't hesitate to go up against him, she knows that not even Eustace alone would be enough to do anything.

Maybe here, but that wouldn't make a difference back home.]

No, not here.

[Still, there is a twinge of fear in her voice—the same one that always finds its way in when she talks about Sephiroth.]

He's probably stripped of a lot of his power here. [Or so she hopes.] As long as he keeps to himself, and stays away from the rest of us, then it'll be fine. Our fight is back home anyway.

[Tifa laughs and tilts her head to look at him.]

I doubt he even knows I'm here.