Sephiroth: *is quite passed out and deeply asleep on St Sefiros’s bed, which is lined with soft animal pelts and downy feathered blankets. The entire area smells like rose petals, and some recorded harp music is playing softly over some nearby speakers*

St Sefiros: *senses out Jenna and sighs, walking into the church himself, walking into the private parts, appearing in the door of the inner sanctum* I see you are gifted and blessed also.