"Thank you." Whether he had the energy for pleasantries or not still didn't excuse Sephiroth from simple manners so he thanked Ramza as he took the tea from the tray with both hands. His upper body was still strong, and there was minimal shaking even if Sephiroth had to pay more attention in order to safely make the transit to between both of his hands, in his lap.

A small sip of the steaming cup followed with a long sigh which drained some of the palpable tension within the room away. Medicinal properties of the poppy-brew aside, the hot drink was perfectly timed. Sephiroth seemed to come around some from the stupor he'd been sat there in before Ramza had come. Somewhat lazy eyes looked over the knight as he stood there, before canting his head to a nearby stool that was positioned nearby.

"Please. Perhaps there is something I could entrust to your care, specifically."