Sephiroth looked up to where Damian was gesturing. 
"It would indeed seem so." He replied, shielding his eyes from the bright sun. Because Genisis always revolved in-sync with its sun, the Demon half of the star was eternally shrouded in darkness--so any form of bright light was highly uncomfortable for them. He grimaced.
"We should start moving. We have a long walk ahead of us. T'vor! Let's get moving!" He rose his voice for the last request so that his general could hear.

T'vor gestured back to Sephiroth to let him know that he'd heard before turning to Azurael. "All right." He replied to her request simply. Then it was his turn to raise his voice as he addressed the crowd. "Let's move out! Go! Go!" He growled at them, shooing them off with his arms.

Once the group was in procession, T'vor took the rear so he could keep a surveying eye over the lot of them and their surroundings. He noted with some irritation that Terra's gravity was also affecting his stamina as well. He hoped his body could adjust to that quickly. He also speculated that it would become much more difficult for others to stay airborne if they tried to fly.