"Oh." It was a simple statement, and her tone was once again even, deceptively smooth. But her eyes slid down, and then slid shut and—

Ami smiled.

She hunched her shoulders up and tried to hide it behind her wide collar almost on instinct, but for people as perceptive as the pair of them there was no missing the sudden soft, happy glow overtaking her body language. She curled her fingers into Sephiroth's coat and tugged lightly—a silent show of gratitude.