He glanced to the swollen and bruising appendage which he hoped was only sprained but knew was broken. There weren't any bone protruding through the skin, so it couldn't be that bad of a break. He didn't know what they did with breaks without materia. Was it one of those slings or something? No matter what, it didn't change his perception of going to the clinic any.

"And you don't have full control of them," he murmured, nestling his face back into Sephiroth's silver hair. "Does that mean you're going to make me go?"