[Tifa can sense that Aerith's masking her grief behind her usual cheerful smile and demeanor, and she would surely do the same thing if it were her in those shoes instead, which is why she offers Aerith's hand another light squeeze before going in to break open one of the wrapped coconut buns she'd picked up from the underground convenience store. Delicate fingers peel it apart to extend one half to Aerith, careful not to spill the creamy filling that's oozing from the center all over the table.]

Maybe... Feels kinda like it has no idea what it wants to be.

[Bringing in different things from their worlds instead and blending them together into strange abominations. (Looking at you, cactuar bears...)]

Sounds weird, but sometimes I wonder if it wants help finding its own... I dunno, identity?

[It would certainly help her with finding some kind of objective or goal to work towards here, and maybe it will help in taking their minds off the missing persons, too...]