“You’re doing fine. I don’t think expressions are something you just practise, however.” He shook his head and frowned, pondering that statement further. “To most people, it is just something that comes naturally.”
Without saying another word, Sephiroth reached down to pluck up the egg that had been wrapped up snugly in his coat, carrying it with him. He walked ahead in silence, egg under one arm, keeping an eye on the road ahead. He would be glad to finally get to the camp and set up his tent to get out of the heat. Both his sunburns and legs were bothering him, but he made no hint of complaint towards either.