He'll even manage to wrap his one good arm around her small shoulders and give a small squeeze in return, just to silently reassure her that he does understand where her anxiety comes from. Sephiroth had gone through many an occasion when he'd been younger where he'd been lacking that support and so it didn't seem fair to deny that to Ib when she was already giving the Hero thing her all.

"Well-"

And then the focus shifts inevitably back to his condition. Sephiroth quickly wets his lips and drags his gaze down over himself, glares at the toes peeking out of the bottom of his elevated cast and how he still can't feel them- much less attempt any motion yet. Just thinking about the pain that was always there underneath the plaster seemed to pull it immediately to the front of his mind. He made himself look away to Ib before it started to turn his stomach, though.

"-it hurts still." He tried to put it as lightly as possible, blowing air out of his mouth as if it might dismiss the fact. "But from what I've gathered it's going to be like that for a while.

"I don't think it'll be too long til I'll be allowed home."

Sephiroth didn't sound so sure though, the last attempt to get him to use the crutches hadn't been so successful.