Sephiroth: *remains on the matress with the eggs. He takes off his shirt and moves his body around them, pondering the best way to keep them warm. Then he decides he is not physically shaped nor designed to incubate eggs and covers them up again, pondering heating some blankets. When Seferia returns, he would wrapped in one of the bed blankets, trying to warm it up. He paces around the tent, then lays the blanket down over the eggs, picking up one of the other blankets he had on the eggs to repeat the process* Hmm? *stops pacing* I don’t need new clothes. What’s wrong with my current ones? *frowns about his outburst at the meeting and thinks he should wait for the most opportune time to bring it up*
