Nodding his head as much as he could given the situation, he shifted his arms so that cans were forced to roll either side of Sephiroth's head. Only when he was all clear did he move them away so that his partner could sit up fully, as the ex-General's shifting legs indicated to him.

He watched as Sephiroth sat up, alarmed by the hissing and grasping that occurred. He shifted to sit up himself, leaving Sephiroth on his thighs as he reached out to unbuckle the silver-haired man's jacket and pushed it gently to the side. There was already obvious bruising, and he looked up at his Weapon with a scolding look.

"I think you cracked or broke a rib," he accused, as if this was somehow all of Sephiroth's fault. "Let's get you home to tend to it," he murmured, though he knew there was nothing that he could do but force his partner to rest.