[Tifa does reach her fingers out to the flower, gently grazing its snow-white petals as she admires it and seeing it now, the name is absolutely perfect for it. In return, she kneels to pluck the newly blossomed lily from the snow, its petals bright yellow in contrast to his, and she shows it off.]

Her name's Aerith.

[Said with such a softness in her eyes as she gazes at the lily in her hand.]

She grows these flowers in her garden. It's one of the only places in the city where anything would grow.