Sephiroth: *begins to hum, not wanting to wake up. He snuggles into the pile of furs and blankets around him, grinning placidly* *”No… I don’t want to…”*
St. Sefiros: *watches them curiously, then raises a hand* Would you like some chamomile tea? *snaps his finger, summoning an a servant. He nods at them, saying nothing, then turns his attention back to Jenna* So did you travel a long way to get here?