She sighed a little, drooping her head and feeling that the battle was finally over. Still keeping her hold on him, because Tifa knew better than to ease up just when he seemed defeated, she frowned down at him.

"Go back to bed now and as soon as you're better, you're free to do whatever you please."

Slowly, she moved back from him but kept a hand at his wrist, easing up and trying to pull him to his feet. He was likely pretty wiped out now, going to such lengths in such a state, and she moved now to support him with her other arm in case he was about ready to fall over.