[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth wasn’t sure how long he had ran; it had felt like hours.  But he found the safezone relatively easily once he caught scent of Jiyu and the heat of the fire stopped catching at his paws and tail.  He had dropped off Stockholm as they had gotten closer to safety, and he immediately coughed heavily, a slight tremble running through his pale legs as he caught his breath.  He had clearly been injured in the mad dash to safety; burns ran along his stomach and sides, not to mention he could feel his paws had been hurt in his escape from the mansion.  But he was stubborn; he absolutely refused to ask for help right out of the gate.  If offered of course he would accept, but he didn’t want to admit some sort of weakness, especially not now.

With a great heave Sephiroth’s legs would buckle under him as he settled on the stone near the young ones, his singed sides heaving as he rested on his slightly-less-burnt-then-the-other side, resting his head on the ground.  He kept his intensely colored eyes on Stockholm, taking Jiyu’s orders into account.  He wasn’t exactly ‘cuddly’, not by a long shot even, but not like he even had the energy in him to protest anything at this point. 

All things considered he wasn’t gravely injured, but he certainly wasn’t comfortable either.  But right now he was a Roseblood and one of the few in the area, and he needed to stay conscious and able for his group.  The lion would sigh heavily, keeping his eyes on everybody and his senses stretched out a reasonable amount.  He was especially keeping an ear open for Prestige.  He would go back to the mansion but he followed orders like a good beast and stayed with the others, where he was needed.

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth’s eyes would continue to be set on Stockholm as he approached, not exactly feeling like getting up at the moment.  He was only doing his duty in saving the younger feline, he didn’t see that as the cause of his injuries.  If he hadn’t stopped he probably would’ve gotten hurt in some other fashion.

”…I would appreciate it, thank you.”  The lion would rasp tiredly, shifting his form to expose the scorched skin and fur better to the kitten’s eye.  Sephiroth found himself gritting his teeth to avoid making a sound of pain, not wanting to come off as worse off than he was.  If anything he should consider himself lucky that he got out of the mansion alive.

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth would wince and bite his tongue to surpass a hiss of pain as his wounds were tended too, forcing himself to keep his claws sheathed and prevent them from scraping on the stone.  His ears flicked about as Lucreys and his sister arriving with wounds of their own, and Sephiroth would look from them back to Stockholm as he inquired about his injuries.

”I’m alright.”  The lion would rumble, his gaze flickering briefly to the griffins and then back to the kitten.  ”Treat the others who need it.”  Sephiroth would say with a small heave as he rested his head back down, his eyes half closed in his tiredness.  He didn’t want special treatment and he wasn’t too hard off, others needed the herbs too.  It wouldn’t be smart to waste them all on him.

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