Tifa looked up at him, watching him with a searching expression before she smiled softly.

"Don't mention it," she nodded at him, raising up a hand to affectionately brush back some of the wet hair that dripped around his face. It occurred to her how quickly people could get attached to each other here, how the situations they were forced into caused people to band together so closely. It was how she'd always known it: struggling together for survival, seeing each other's cores and true colors in the face of danger. It was familiar to her in a way that strangely made her feel more like home.

Her smile grew more warm as she realized all she would do for Kanji, to keep him safe and sane.

"You'd do the same for me."