Nodding his head, he felt some level of relief in knowing that Cloud had escaped without injury. He didn't say anything about his body's temperature, and instead allowed his mind to wonder while he remained leaning against Cloud's body. It was difficult not to focus on how pitiful he was right here and now, but his actions had stopped Cloud from taking Kadaj's life, so that was enough for him.

He felt conflicted by the offer, knowing that whatever had been done to Lockhart would have been severe, and he didn't want Cloud to feel as though he was bound to do this out of obligation. The feelings of fear and concern the Meister had for Tifa had been unmistakable, and akin to the same feelings that Cloud had for the Cetra. It was those same feelings that he had come to fear since he knew what it meant even if he deluded himself into ignore that knowledge.

Sephiroth didn't say anything to the murmured words, and glanced over to regard the glass. He reached out to take it, knowing that Cloud would persist until he did, and moved to pull it from the blonde's possession. The moment it left Cloud's hold though, the glass began slipping through Sephiroth's fingers because of his muscle weakness. Gritting his teeth, he attempted to grasp onto the glass, but his hands seemed to be almost in pain as his muscles froze.