[She's doing that thing again. That thing where she backtracks, and it makes Tifa's brows furrow, and all she can do is offer Aerith the most apologetic smile as she raises a hand to stop her from going any further down that road.]
It's fine.
[Offered with such insistence that she hopes that will ease some of her doubts. She wouldn't have agreed if she didn't want to, and there is no universe that exists where Tifa would turn down a favour from Aerith.
With that said, she has a small, sneaking suspicion that Aerith is trying to keep this conversation on a certain track, and while she is more than happy to talk about whatever her friend's heart desires, it only heightens that sense of concern for her.]
If I see her, I'll let you know.
[Why, though? Why would it matter?
Tifa tempers her expression, and she tilts her head, fingers fidgeting with the teacup in her hands. With a sharp sigh, she comes out and says it.]
no subject
It's fine.
[Offered with such insistence that she hopes that will ease some of her doubts. She wouldn't have agreed if she didn't want to, and there is no universe that exists where Tifa would turn down a favour from Aerith.
With that said, she has a small, sneaking suspicion that Aerith is trying to keep this conversation on a certain track, and while she is more than happy to talk about whatever her friend's heart desires, it only heightens that sense of concern for her.]
If I see her, I'll let you know.
[Why, though? Why would it matter?
Tifa tempers her expression, and she tilts her head, fingers fidgeting with the teacup in her hands. With a sharp sigh, she comes out and says it.]
Aerith. I'm worried about you.