Sephiroth tilted his head as he accepted the little gift. The stones were smoothed by age and their surfaces were mottled in several shades and hues of browns and golds. They were pretty enough to be gems.
"Thank you, Damien. I appreciate your sentimentality." He replied. Not that he'd had many good memories of Genisis, but he hadn't totally loathed his homeworld, either.

When they found the camp, T'vor was relieved. Everyone dispersed to find their new makeshift homes, and those who had specific occupations left to find their facilities.
"See you later, big guy." Aria told T'vor as she passed, "try not to hurt anyone, yeah? My supplies aren't gonna last forever, you know!" She added with a wave.
T'vor frowned at her. Now, hadn't Azurael said something about wanting to speak to him? He looked around, but she was gone. Probably to lay claim to the tent of her choice before someone else took it.

After a bit of hunting, he found the location of Azurael's tent, and knocked on the support post. "There was something you wished to speak to me about." He reminded her.

Now Sephiroth was not a fan of crowds, and was making his way to a less active part of the camp, dragging his wing behind him because the heavier gravity made it even more difficult for him to keep the darned thing sheathed. He had the stones in one hand, and was musing, not really paying much attention to his surroundings. A habit he picked up when he was a child who was bored because he wasn't allowed to do anything amusing. Now he did it as a way to escape when he was feeling crowded.