T'vor had crossed his arms and listened patiently as Azurael floundered with her words to get across her point. The helm he wore masked much of his expression, but he was clearly amused. It was a moment before he responded to her. The fact that she was terrified of flying wasn't what had amused him. It was that she seemed so worried about it being a problem that amused him. Then, he merely shrugged.
"I can't fly either." He replied simply.

By now, Sephiroth had walked clear across the camp, and was perched on a rather large boulder at the edge of the clearing while he mused. Movement caught his eye, and he looked up to see the young princess approaching. He watched her until she was nearby before speaking.
"Hello, your Highness. What can I do for you?" He asked.