[She curls up a little tighter with him, a giggle buried into his hair.]

I know.

[She's the same—she'd go back out there the moment she was feeling rested, and she did, but she's not about to leave him alone here.]

Everyone else'll manage things just fine without us. I think you've earned a little bit of rest.

[Tifa only wishes that she could take him back home so that he can get a proper one in his—no, their own bed. Which is silly to think about because that's where they actually are and this is just a dream, but they need to get away from here.]

Think if I wished hard enough, I could wake us both up?