Sephiroth's shoulders droop when Ashura comes by. He's been growing more and more agitated, evident in the tension growing across his back and shoulders. There's a reason he keeps so many hair ties around (he loses them when he takes it off, preferring to leave his hair down).

"Thank you, 'shura." he says with a smile. How he ended up with the other man he will never know.

He looks back down at the lone plant still with dirt clinging to the roots and shrugs.

"We just move them, roots and all." He's not entirely sure but that seems to be what everyone else is doing. "We may need gloves."