Ramza eyed Sephiroth warily, still very much concerning himself with it. But he could not force healing upon the other man- at least, not with his current freelancer job skills- so there was nothing he could do other than let Sephiroth sip his tea.

"So fine a blade deserves such great care," he said, shrugging off the praise. " 'Tis no more than you'd have done if you were able. Shall I put it back on its stand?"