In short, Sephiroth did not have the time to concern himself with the fact that he probably had come across a little harsher than he'd intended to, but at the same time there was something in the way she had spoken to the bird that had rubbed him up completely the wrong way. It could be as a result that it was partly down to his own short-comings, of that he knew; he didn't visit the stables as often as perhaps he should. It could be argued that he had hardly claimed his chocobo at all, still without a name as she was.

She'd only been vying for his attention, and he hadn't been all that mad with it himself, yet the way that Natalia had dealt with it had certainly chilled the atmosphere, like a cold snap. Not that he wasn't a stickler for discipline himself, but it wasn't like a young trooper -or a servant- that were made by such strict rules. Animals, in particular this specific chocobo, he'd found to be better responsive to softer encouragement.

Sephiroth nodded silently back over his shoulder at Natalia, a wordless farewell but an indication perhaps that the soldiers strong sense of manners didn't allow for him to simply march off no matter how much she seemed to have irritated him. He took the next few strides away at a swifter pace though and was atop his chocobo before reaching the open doors at the end of the barn; vanished off into the fields.