He blinked at the hand that came up in front of him just as he'd felt about ready to take a step towards the exit flap of the tent. On a second blink, Sephiroth followed the arm to eventually meet eye contact with Albel, not seeming to be very impressed with the way the other man had addressed him. He wasn't a child, and being spoken to like that was just as like to encourage him to do exactly the opposite from what was being suggested, just to prove that he was -as he said- fine.

"I'm hardly running all of this myself." He forced his tone to at least sound a little lighter than his expression was, where the latter had started to drop into a deeper frown and a telltale tightening of his jaw. Still, it was clearly an attempt at a brush off.

"We all need to put in to make this expedition a success. I've had a break, trust me it'll be worse if I now don't try to do something."