He didn't particularly seem to need the help either. As Ashelia settled on to the edge of one couch in the large living area, Sephiroth made his way to the larger one that -it was fairly obvious, with it's footrest nearby- he'd been spending most of his time sat down upon. He turned, bringing both crutches together in front of him and lowered himself onto said footrest first, then lifted the apparatus out of the way so he could scoot himself back onto the couch with one hand on either side of him. Not elegant by any means and certainly lacking a particular fluid motion he had usually, but eventually Sephiroth settled well enough with his broken leg extended out front.

Apart from the fact that the impatience he had with his condition was tangible in his whole body language, he was silently grateful that Ashelia afforded it no more attention than it needed. Rewarded him back some of that pride that recently he'd had to bitterly swallow in the face of those that only meant him well.

"Ah, so you have been to see them." Sephiroth nodded, making the natural jump of logic. He took a careful stock of Ashelia then, mindful not to come across as arrogant even though his confidence could not help but to swell at the notion that she'd followed up, and his intuition had -once more- been proved flawless. It was a familiar feeling to Sephiroth, but as on Gaia, in Crystallis also it wasn't a matter of scoring points.

"It's good to hear that it went well, then. I presume?"