Gone were the days of a jog around the City without anything on top. It was much noticeably colder already and given his run in with the man flu last month Sephiroth wasn't going to take any chances in catching something like that again. He was dressed sensibly for the chillier weather with a set of jogging bottoms and a sweatshirt, his long silver hair tied up brutally high so that it had least chance of sticking to the back of his neck as he worked up a sweat.

At a first glance, Yuna looked similar to the nurse he had met in the hospital one time and as he approached her Sephiroth even thought to tilt something of a salute in her direction as he passed. Then for whatever reason she dropped her groceries. Immediately Sephiroth stopped his forward motion and turned back in her direction.

"Yuna? Are you OK?" Wiping his brow with the back of a hand he stepped, then crouched to help her gather the items back together.