As Zelda moved away from the closet Sephiroth moved just slightly, so that he was closer to it, a kind-of barrier between her and the task of moving it herself that she'd decided to undertake. Not that Zelda weren't one of the strongest of the Heroes of Light --far from it-- but the underlying reasons she might have picked up this peculiar behavior weren't to be encouraged.

If it had been anyone else in her position, Sephiroth wouldn't have felt half so-inclined to intervene. It almost felt as if he had a duty towards her, being as they were both part of that dwindling first batch of Heroes. Not only that, even, Zelda had been the first to insist that she were his friend...when he'd been so stubborn as to refuse all acknowledgment of the same.

"I think that's a good idea. Taking a break might help you to re-focus." In other words, if he could get her to step away from this toxic situation of being dissatisfied with everything, it might help to clear her head.

On the other hand, maybe the tea might help her to relax...maybe even sleep.

"Shall we?" Sephiroth gestured towards the door, where Spencer made a big effort in seeming less worried than he had a moment ago. Grinning and bouncing a little in the air, backing up out of the doorway some.