[If Tifa were older right now, this conversation might have gone a little differently, but this Tifa is much more curious, and a lot less subtle about what it is she's thinking. She looks over her shoulder, only briefly, to peer up at him before she's fixing her gaze forward again, to where the ledge meets another proper path that they'll be able to walk along. Not very far now...]
How come she isn't with you?
[She doesn't understand yet. Tifa's own father has never left her side, and even when her mother had disappeared, she was still determined to find her, and if she can find her mom, then surely he would be able to go find Yonah? Even the thought pulls at something in her chest.]
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How come she isn't with you?
[She doesn't understand yet. Tifa's own father has never left her side, and even when her mother had disappeared, she was still determined to find her, and if she can find her mom, then surely he would be able to go find Yonah? Even the thought pulls at something in her chest.]
It must be very sad not being able to see her...