Angeal was quiet for the most part and he wasn't trying to argue with anyone. His brow scrunched in thought and he let out a sigh. Of course, she wasn't feeling well to handle this sort of issue and leaving wasn't something he was about to do when she was in need of his help. The fire grew in the hearth and he nodded.

"My apologies." He couldn't believe how immature he felt just then.

With everything quieting down, he pulled himself up from the fireplace and moved toward the kitchen to make some soup for all of them. He wasn't about to let what he brought with him to go to waste, which was enough to feed all three of them for a few days. He picked up the basket from the table and began his work.

"How are you adjusting, Yuffie?" Angeal asked as if nothing had happened between them.