[She won't push him, but don't just leave her standing in the middle of the room like that thinking that was that!

Rather than press or scold him again, Tifa wanders a little closer to his side of the room, her steps slow as she approaches.]

Listen. It's fine. What matters is you got your memories back... Or... most of them?

[She isn't entirely sure what else he was able to remember in all of that, but clearly plenty.]

Now you can focus on helping them.