I'd get in more trouble if I don't follow you, Cloud. [A sigh, and she reaches out to touch his wrist.] But you know I understand about wanting to leave the castle.

[Ever since they were little, he's been stifled by the expectations and responsibilities of his birthright, and he'll very frequently make himself scarce in order to escape the stress of it. Tifa's often had to play fetch for his mother, searching out his hidey holes and coaxing him back to the castle. It broke— still breaks— her heart to do it every time. Tifa wants nothing more for her best friend to be happy, and yet her role almost requires her to force him into the very walls that would reject the person he is at heart, molding him into something colder and more cutthroat.

If only he could see that he'd be a capable king without changing himself...but after all these years, Tifa still hasn't found a way to convince him of that truth. So she's left with simply tagging along on his brief journeys of self-discovery, hoping that this time, he'll find the part of himself he's been looking for all along.]

It's been a long time since you've tried to leave without telling me. If I promise not to ask questions about where you're going or what you're doing, will you let me come with you?

[She'd follow him even if he said no. The only difference is if she'll be walking by his side, or trailing behind.]