[Tifa's hand slides across the table around her cup of tea, fingers gripping Mitsuru's arm to give it a squeeze.]

No, it's not.

[Far from it. It would be admitting to herself that her own actions are foolish... but neither of them is for wanting to be careful.]

Sometimes you just have to... feel it out first. Find your footing so you don't stumble, you know?

[Nodding, Tifa sits back and takes her first sip of her tea, her nose wrinkling at how hot it still is, but downing it nonetheless.]

You could try hearing her out instead, if that makes it easier.