Sephiroth didn't like accepting help from anyone when it came down to it, especially considering he was so stalwart with his own independence and getting things done on his own. Though to a certain extent, the pain he was in dulled the edges of his pride a lot and had begun to wear away his resolve over the last few days where he'd been sat unable to move very far. He'd spent three hours just to get clean earlier, only to come back to bed even more tired and achy as a result.

Logic would always win out, and there were things at the forefront of his mind that needed to be taken care of. Things that Spencer simply couldn't manage on his own. Ramza seemed a little like Cloud, in that Sephiroth felt there would be less in the way of an advantage taken out of him later on.

Spencer nodded his head and flitted back and away from the two of them in the meantime. The moogle, too, clearly had other things he could be getting on with while they talked. He was pleased also, that Sephiroth had not turned Ramza away.

"You were something of a knight, in your world, if I am to remember correctly?"