Sephiroth looked up as he was addressed by a familiar voice. He grinned at the cook.
"I was just reminding him of that a few days ago. Speaking of pilfering, I'll have to stop by later,  I miss your food." He showed her the little eggs he was holding. "One of T'vor's men gave me these. He thought they were stones, but it looks like he was wrong. I'm a little concerned though, because importing creatures from Genesis could bring imbalance to this planet. I'm not sure what I should do with them." He told the woman. He set them down on the ground beside him.

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T'vor grumbled as he was rudely awoken by sounds outside his tent. But he recognized the singer right away.
"What do you want, boy?" He demanded of Damian as he rose from his bed. He picked up his helm from the ground beside his bed and set it atop his dresser. He then re-tied his hair back.