Cefca stands on his tiptoes while Jecht inspects him. It's a little weird, having someone be so focused on him for reasons other than his effectiveness as a soldier. In combat, he's never done better. Healthwise...not so much. He has too much energy to sleep much, and his appetite swings from ravenous to gone and back more than he likes.

"I tried sleeping. I can't get still. I just keep on thinking about - stuff. Stuff and things."