He shivered at the slide of Sephiroth's fingers and cuddled in closer, drawing in more warmth as he began to dry off from his time in the water. The wing helped to keep the heat drawn in between them, and it was nice to start to feel warm again. So much for a nice swim or snow angels. Sephiroth would never let him live it down if he caught a cold or anything.

"Only if you'll rest with me," he murmured, snuggling against the ex-General's chest and settling his cheek on the top of Sephiroth's head. "I guess... now all we can do is wait."