Whoa, a year — ( that's a hella long time to be here; briefly he wonders if he'll be here for that long a time, too, whether noct and the rest would go on without him. how different would everything be when he gets back?

prompto doesn't get much of an opportunity to dwell on it, however, because the stranger's coming back down after tending to the tree just a little more, and the gunner forces his attention back to the conversation at hand. ) I'm Prompto! Nice to meet you, too. This little girl here's Miss Fluffles - picked her up from the place I was last at, which - ah. Funnily enough, wasn't really our home, either.