[He snatched the potion, having a feeling she'd be so stubborn, but he still doesn't drink it. He stands and watches her for a second, scowling. She can barely stand by herself.]

Yuffie, don't make me force this down yer throat.

[He would.]

You want we should move, fine, I agree, but yer wounded. If for no other reason, drink this shit so you don't slow me down.

[Because if she won't drink it for herself, maybe that argument will work.]