Ib wasn't the only one who had never broken a bone before now. Call it a consequence of the childhood wrapped in the thick bubble-wrap of the Company, and then later on in life he'd simply developed so extreme of a constitution that such injuries had been reduced to an impossibility. Not to mention the acute self-awareness and of his surroundings that had come with the training which he'd dedicated himself to.

He smiled a little sheepishly at Ib's bright smile; how could anyone deny that encouragement? Sephiroth felt instantly that he was making it sound a lot worse than it really was, which in turn helped him to box the throbbing pain away again. He was stronger than this, and Ib was right - he would be back on his feet in no time!

"It's fine, really. You already brought cookies."