Seferia: *shuffles about a bit as she begins to rouse from her sleep. She slowly sits upright then stretches a bit to loosen up her muscles. Then, she blinks as her vision drifts over Sephiroth’s form. Tilting her head, she moves closer to him, finding it strange that he seems to be a bit smaller than she remembers. So, she sets her hand on his shoulder and gently shakes him* Wake up, Sephiroth.
