[When he enters, he has the look of a man who's spent the evening wandering the desert. Even his own fastidious nature cannot shield him from the sand gumming up in thin layers across his uniform, the way it dusts his cheekbones. Even his hair shows strands out of place, illuminated faintly in the light emanating from the fire.
Sephiroth casts his gaze about, finds Ciri nearby first, tending to her sword. The quaint spread of food is noted next, and he realizes, somewhat belatedly, that he is hungry. He has had only one meal today, early this morning — and while he can sustain himself on even less than that, it isn't ideal.
He shuts the door gently behind him, stepping further in.]
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Sephiroth casts his gaze about, finds Ciri nearby first, tending to her sword. The quaint spread of food is noted next, and he realizes, somewhat belatedly, that he is hungry. He has had only one meal today, early this morning — and while he can sustain himself on even less than that, it isn't ideal.
He shuts the door gently behind him, stepping further in.]
…Thank you for the offer to help.