[There is a fleeting moment of tension that's not quite physical as Selphie places her hand on his forearm. Sephiroth's never been keen on others giving any sort of physical comfort, but at least it's not a out-and-out flinch away. An acceptance, in it's own way.]

Of course. How were you to know after all...[His tone is deflated of all bitterness though, it's more of a matter of fact statement than a retort. It's clear that he's not quite completely numb to the sadness that had been so hot before. He takes a deep, long breath in and forces the corners of his mouth to turn up a little at the edges.]

...I suppose I should be celebrating those small memories she left before she went away. She did make interesting, often colorful, home-blends of tea.