Sephiroth: Recovering? You make it sound as if I was unwell previously, or severely injured. I am fine. *finishes putting up the tent rods, then throws the weatherproof cover over it so he begin nailing it down in place* What did you end up doing with the wayward dragon youth?
Rizon: *peers his head out of his tent once he figures it’s safe enough to move again, then he bounds across the camp in search of Hope*