[Tifa sighs, watching Parsee shift in her seat until she's almost staring at her back. Feels a little odd to be so distant, but it's for the best, right? Tifa, however, slides on the bench so that she's a touch closer than before. Close enough that she can speak a little softer.]

Well... This sickness feels like it came outta nowhere... No one really knows what to do about it, right? [The worry echoes loud in her uncharacteristically empty voice.] Wish there was something I could do to help.