He wasn't able to move his left arm at all, and it was a painful process to even shift his legs because of where his broken arm was settled. It preferred it there though, protected by their bodies and cradled close to his body. Now all they had to hope for was rescue sooner rather than later.

"I was concerned about it, but I was more concerned over yours," he replied steadily as he dipped his head to slip his face up against the warmth of Sephiroth's neck. "I have you to pull me out of tight spots, so I'm not worried."