It is an interesting sort of curse, if you don't mind my saying so. [Certainly it was unlike anything he had ever heard, but he was also not the type to go believing in curses and ghost stories and the like. Still, he would not dismiss it out of hand -- could not, with how serious she was. His tone held hints of apology and acceptance both.] You can be mad all you want; I am sorry for breaching your trust of me. I am just relieved to have gotten you up here, and to see you feeling better. You could have been hurt if we had left you there, or if someone had come upon you so weakened.

[Innumerable times; Sephiroth himself had stopped counting. He considered the point moot, because her well being came first, and getting her up to her apartment had been a part of that.] For what it's worth, my... enhancements mean I can heal in hours what takes days for you. Please, don't take too much from me, that it impedes your healing. I can manage the few days you need. [That he was not entirely comfortable with talking about himself in such a way was probably painfully clear to her, despite his efforts to keep it from his expression.]

[He would not stop her, if she chose to reach out. He viewed his earlier actions as having breached a barrier of her comfort -- and her necessity, perhaps, given her curse -- and would not make the first move in reestablishing it. That was for her to define, and he to follow.]