Seferia nodded, feeling that his answer was appropriate. Even though there was no actual answer to her question, she fully believed that he had no real answer to give her. So, instead, she turned her attention down the the left-overs on Sephiroth’s plate. Feeling that there was a sufficient amount of meat still on the plate, she telekenticly slid it over to her son.
Soon enough, she leaned back. As she shifted about to make herself comfortable, she wrapped her arms about Sephiroth’s abdomen in order to press him up against her. She almost found it strange, but having him just near or against her felt extremely… right. She had no other way of thinking about it.