[As the tray is brought by Kopula, Sephiroth watches it intently ---anything to not be tempted to look at Zelda for too long-- but finds he has to selectively ignore the mog as well; he hates to think of the rumors which might be circulated in the morning. After all, mog presences almost anywhere/everywhere, at all hours of the day is something they've all become accustomed to.
A great deal of the unsteadiness he had suffered as a result of the drink is already gone, but there is a residual shake to Sephiroth's hand as he takes the glass, eyes the contents for a beat and then takes a sip. Though, the cool water rushing suddenly against where the back of his throat is sore from retching earlier causes him to let Zelda take the glass back before he coughs dryly. Rising his battered fist to wipe some of the water away from his mouth.]
Sorry. Bit too much...
[The bread looks like a good idea, but small sips first. Then bites might follow; he hopes he'll be able to keep it down.]
4) [Arriving at the Observatory] - Perfect! Also, open to anyone in company
A great deal of the unsteadiness he had suffered as a result of the drink is already gone, but there is a residual shake to Sephiroth's hand as he takes the glass, eyes the contents for a beat and then takes a sip. Though, the cool water rushing suddenly against where the back of his throat is sore from retching earlier causes him to let Zelda take the glass back before he coughs dryly. Rising his battered fist to wipe some of the water away from his mouth.]
Sorry. Bit too much...
[The bread looks like a good idea, but small sips first. Then bites might follow; he hopes he'll be able to keep it down.]