In turn, Tifa gave a soft chuckle of her own. "Yeah, well... it's not exactly misery, is it? Things could always be a lot worse."

Like brink of destruction, bad. For herself, the barmaid was sure she had been to that point in her life before. And through some miracle of circumstances, Tifa had managed to make it back - not without consequences or harsh sacrifices along the way, but after her journeys, she was certain that she would be able to survive most anything that The Void and Forces that Be decided to throw at them now.

"And how could it be misery if we always have something to fight for, and people who will always fight with you?" Finishing off her drink, she felt lighthearted and warm as the next words slipped past her lips. "There's a good few people who've lived on much less than that..."