Ramiel: *grins with pride and happiness at Jennah’s encouragement, seeming pleased when the pile is folded. He nods at her words, then picks up a blue shirt, shaking the robe off so he can slip into the shirt. he puts one arm through the neck hole, then tries to put his head through the sleeve, beginning to struggle and weakly growl in frustration at the shirt*
Sephiroth: *calls out to her* I’m fine, mother. Thanks, though.