Sephiroth was already seated on the bed by the time Jenna came up. He lay on his side, staring at the wall. He said nothing and did not move an inch as Jenna came into the room with the mute infant and curled up, continuing to stare at the wall.
*”I’m not done yet,”* Zach telepathically told Jenna. *”There’s still things to do… I need to take him in for a checkup every so often. About once a month. He still has issues that need monitoring.”*