Sephiroth just sat quietly, having not much of use to offer to the situation. He watched Jenna feed the newborn with curiousity, though the overwhelming sense of grief from the news of the birth still filled the majority of his thoughts. He offered a half-assed weak grunt to his mate, then began to purr with about as much emphasis for a brief period.
He closed his eyes, feeling exhausted. A bad outcome to a stressful day. Not something he wanted at all.