[She's never been good at taking compliments. Even here, in what is unquestionably a dream, there's a very faint tinge of color that rises into her cheeks for the briefest of moment before she manages to collect herself and ignore that momentary tightness in her chest. She wills away the urge to let herself feel flustered, offering Tifa a faint smile instead.]

Don't hear that very often.

[She keeps her own voice low, their hands dropping away from one another as she takes a few steps forward on the platform, turning to follow its natural curve so that she can take a good look at their surroundings and the walkways extending from it.

Many of the details of this particular nightmare were a bit blurred, made up of bits and pieces of different memories, but the raised platforms and suspended walkways of the Aerie are exactly the way they remember them.

Maybe their best chance of waking up is just to walk out. She exhales, turning towards a suspension bridge that looks like it leads into a tunnel just beyond where it connects to the cliff, and she gestures for Tifa to follow as she starts towards it with long strides.]

This way. If it's anything like the real world, it'll lead us away from this shithole. I used to live on the other end of that tunnel.