If Sephiroth had even half of his abilities and/or powers from home, the accident which had caused this would never have happened and the Herans would most likely be down an airship. With a firmly set jaw Sephiroth tore his gaze from his cast to Ramza's face again.

"White magic can only go so far in one go, I was told. Hence why we're still having to check in at the hospital every few days." He stated matter of factly, though a Cura or a Curaga spell right about now did sound inviting to him. Sephiroth then remembered his tea which was still rested on the side, and reached for it to slowly take a sip. Poppy tea was bitter and even more so when lukewarm but that too would help to take the edge off.

"I'll be fine. Don't concern yourself with it." By way of a distraction Sephiroth then turned his attention down at to his side; at the now-gleaming blade of Masamune now that she was so expertly cleaned.

"You've done a good job."