Talk about a conversation killer. While Sephiroth had no reason to think that Yeul didn't understand what he was getting at, given her obvious curiosity perhaps he did expect for her to say something more. Then again, like Yeul, Sephiroth only ever did speak when there were something of note that needed to be said and never for the sake of small talk. He'd made his point and so the silence prevailed.

He looked down as Hibi pretty much snuggled closer into his chest but other than a light flinch at the sensation didn't stop her. For sure the moogle could grab on to the fabric of his sweater underneath, the straps to his harness or even the edges of his leather jacket if need be, Sephiroth wouldn't mind so much as long as he wasn't pulling moogle fur out of his sweater for the next week and it was very crowded in the Coliseum.

"Here." Sephiroth found the buckle that held his coat closed and unhooked it, providing something of a safe haven for the small creature inside there if she wanted one.

In the meantime, the next round of combat was declared by a sharp bell of a sound and Sephiroth looked once more to Yeul before turning his head up and over the people directly in front of them. She was a small girl, really and he wondered if he might be able to lift her up if she wanted to see. The crowd would also stop surging in seemingly random directions now that they all had something to watch.

"Did you come for the sport, Yeul? Or the answers?"