He waited, aware that Sephiroth was going to do whatever it took to get them warm and as comfortable as one could be on a stone outcropping. It was just better to give in and allow his partner to do that, and he could simply concentrate on curbing whatever impulses the ex-General had for flying them back to the mirror.

He settled, feeling the cold wind stop with the wing covering him as well as he appreciated the warmth of Sephiroth's body against his own. "You're worse than a mothering chocobo," he continued to tease even if he appreciated the need for fretting. "Did you... make it to safety before haphazardly flying after me?"