Okay. ( prompto manages a nod, voice small; gingerly he swallows past the lump in his throat, wills the nausea to go along with it, and it might be that it does work, or perhaps ignis' changing of the subject simply is what eases it along. ) We found her. Well, to be accurate she showed up on our doorstep out of nowhere and I couldn't just leave her outside in the winter so of course we had to adopt her — ( just talking about the chocobo is enough to get him feeling better already, that prompto doesn't realise he's rambling a little. ) — and I guess, the rest is history. M'really glad she's here and didn't get left behind when I got pulled into this place, too.