Sephiroth seemed a little confused when Seferia coiled herself around him but didn’t mind in the slightest. He shifted up against her tail and rested an arm on it, drifting off into a proper sleep not long after.
His sleep was not like Seferia’s at all. If she were to pry into his mind, half of it would have been completely inactive. The part of his mind that kept his natural processed active and alive though, were still going.
The occaisonal flicker of a memory from a dream would go through his mind over the next few hours, but he would otherwise be dead asleep.