[He's genuinely surprised by their greeting, falling back on his haunches as they both, particularly Tifa, smother him.]

Wait—hold on—

[And he hears how worried Tifa is, not liking how she's apologizing, but... ... ...Is it bad that getting this much attention isn't a bad feeling either?

Lightly he bumps his head against hers before placing a paw around the pup, holding it against him as it whimpers and nuzzles into his fur.]

I'm fine, don't worry. You did the right thing.

[He knows she would rather help him, but she had a great, important duty in protecting the pup in case something went awry.]

But we can't stay for long. More will have noticed and likely head our way.