Sephiroth frowned at Seferia’s statement. “And to think we chased after this fabled Tiamat.” He shook his head. “I don’t know how I could have been so naive to agree to it…”
He sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair. It felt strange to pat at a large amount of fur on his face, but it was not uncomfortable, nor scratchy to the touch. His facial hair was soft and well-oiled, and he was amused by that. He briefly wondered if he would have as much impulse to groom as a regular house cat would…
“We’re moving again soon, aren’t we,” He sighed. “I shall have to get more water before then.”