It was at that moment that T'vor did indeed decide to shove his helmet back on with a soft [i]thump[/i].

"Princess, what are you doing here?" Sephiroth set the little dragons on the ground and rose to his feet in an attempt to steady her. She smelled of alcohol. She had indeed drunk too much.

"One of Ariadel's remedies, I'd wager." T'vor commented.

There was a flash of minor irritation across Sephiroth's face, and he shook his head with a sigh.
"You need to sleep, is what. Do you recall where your tent is?" He asked her, but he thought better of it, judging by her appearance. "Never mind. Come with me. You four, stay with T'vor until I come back." He said that last bit to the dragons, then escorted the poor drunk princess out. He was indeed mildly irritated with her.
"What would possess you to think it a good idea to get drunk, especially in the middle of the afternoon? You're a princess, not some sleazy tavern wench! How do you expect to gain any respect if this is the kind of poor choice you're going to make?"
He knew she was probably too drunk to even care about what he was saying, but it made him feel better to say it anyway.
"You can't be seen like this." He told her, then stopped at his tent.
"Get you to sleep. Don't come out until you have a reasonable head on your shoulders. Please." His tone of voice was not exactly cordial.

"Well, it's a good thing she's drunk. She might not appreciate him ordering her around if she were sober." T'vor commented. He looked at the dragons. It was quite an exciting thing, to be sure. The dragons back on Genesis couldn't travel by space, and had to be left behind. They were undoubtedly destroyed. It had been a painful farewell between he and his own dragon.
But now was not the time to think on such depressing things. There was work to do. There would be time enough to mourn his dragon later.