[ Every time a joke comes out of Sephiroth’s mouth, it feels like a small miracle. Luka laughs, careful not to move around too much while Sephiroth works, though he does grin, fangs flashing. ]

Hells, Seph. Ain’t nobody in the world that can do that, not even me.

[ The light of the magic fades away, leaving Luka feeling far better than he had been. There are still some aches and scrapes here and there, but he no longer feels like he was run over by a train. A good night’s rest will get him back to fighting fit.

Something in his expression softens. ]

Whatever the reason… thanks. You saved my arse big time. I owe you one.