Seferia shook her head, not minding the conversation at all. At the very least, it kept her mind off the soreness of her muscles, especially those that had been torn into by wicked black claws. Before she moved off to follow the group, she strapped on her pack and picked up one of her eggs.
Then, he simply responded to Sephiroth, “No, I cannot tell their genders quite yet. If you want to speak to them, I’m certain you can try. I’ve sung to them many a time during the nights. You are a psychic, and probably can have just as much success as I do.”
A faint grin graced her features as she nodded toward the egg in Sephiroth’s grip. “In fact, I think that it will be quite beneficial for them to know your mental feel as much as they know mine.”