Noemi: *deeply sighs at Sephiroth and pats his back* Stay here. I’m going to get help. Maybe your painkillers are wearing off. *tries to get Sephiroth to lie down by pushing him back toward the bed then slides off. She rushes out of the room and runs to the same doctor that bandaged Seph’s head* Sir? Sephiroth is complaining of a horrible headache and that he doesn’t feel well. Perhaps he needs more medicine. *the teenage girl points back to her cell*
Kerash: Yes, indeed. Insure that the boy does not die. Take whatever measures are necessary to keep him healthy. *turns around as Hojo is brought into the room and allows herself a broad toothy smile* My, what do we have here? You don’t smell for once. That is an imporvement. *looks at Moetua’mee* You may remove his mask. The most he can do is annoy us with his whiney voice.