It probably told of Spencer's long-haul service at Sephiroth's side along with how many knocks and trials all the Heroes had gone through over the time since they were first summoned to Crystallis this cycle, that the small pale nerd-moogle seemed to be taking the unannounced trip to the Rift and then beyond a little better than other mogs he knew.

Sephiroth was sat down, on the ground nearby while he waited for his energy levels to settle back from the massive drop caused by the deactivation of his Combat Mode; on top of the shocking pain that they'd all felt as one of their boons -of not being able to die- had been forcibly removed from their Crystal.

He held said crystal in his hand, the blue meteo-shape with a chip taken off one of the sharper edges, looking over it concernedly as if he might be able to tell what other damage could have been done by that Darkness that had attacked it.

In the meantime, Spencer approaches Sheena; cautiously pausing as she gets to her feet but then flaps his wings and comes up to her head height. He holds out a Kupo nut, that he'd just so happened to have in his bag when they'd all been sucked into this other realm.

"For Corrine, Kupo...they always make me feel a little better."