Cloud began to relax as much as he was able with pain in his arm, but he knew that Sephiroth was something akin to a protective chocobo mother who would stomp anything that came too close. He considered himself safe and now he was warming, which allowed him to rest against the firmness of Sephiroth's chest. He closed his eyes even if he knew he would never be able to sleep.

Nodding in response, he sighed. "I know you will. My life wouldn't be complete without you fretting after me," he teased lightly. Now all they had to do was wait for help.