He'd said not to ask, but she couldn't help it.

"What exactly are patrols doing here?"

As she stepped in and closed the door behind her, Tifa began over to his bed, trying not to let worry slow plainly on her face. He didn't look as worse as some, but he sure as hell didn't look good. What had happened to him in the caves?

She hesitated for a moment by his bedside before grabbing a chair and pulling it over to sit by him, feeling awkward to be standing over him like that.