Mm. [ She nods, and turns back to the flowers, kneeling back down. ] I thought since no one else comes here.. That way they could still keep growing. For her.

[ She knows -- or at least assumes to know -- how he feels about Aerith. She assumes to know that she was someone special to Cloud, and possibly more. It aches a little bit, but Tifa has long learned to ignore that dull throb in her chest, that pang of jealousy when it came to Aerith and Cloud, and just be happy for her friends.

Getting jealous, being hurt by those kinds of feelings.. no one ever came out okay from that.

So she had decided, after everything had been done, after the Remnants had been taken care of, that she would come here and try to take care of these flowers. ] I think it's what she'd want.