Sephiroth took the materia, blinking.
“How did you….” He began to speak, but cut himself off. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to know how that had just happened. He held up the materia and shrugged, casting Sleepel on himself a moment afterwards. He was out immediately like a light.
His paw holding the materia hit the mat with a dull thump, and the small magic bauble rolled away out of his relaxed palm, bumping into the cooking pots at the nearest wall of the tent.