Sephiroth stepped out of the shop again, adjusting his hat with a slight tip forwards on his head to shield his eyes from the sun. He smirked at Seferia as he made his way back over to her, and then lightly elbowed her in the side.
“All I need now is a horse.” He mused. “Though, if we had a horse, I am sure the camp would have eaten it by now….”