[ The prince himself finds it hard to breathe, worried sick about the girl resting just upstairs. Gods, he still can't believe she's alive. That his father is still alive. Noctis closes his eyes as his father affectionately kisses the top of his head, a gesture he hasn't experienced since well before he'd left the Citadel to meet with Lunafreya. Noctis finds comfort in the approval and encouragement of the king, and he exhales to try and will some of his tension away. ]
Right.
[ It's hard to say much, but he tries. Before Noctis can even argue about the weight of what his father carries, Regis is halfway up the stairs. Still shaken, he grasps the remaining bags and follows closely behind. ]
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Right.
[ It's hard to say much, but he tries. Before Noctis can even argue about the weight of what his father carries, Regis is halfway up the stairs. Still shaken, he grasps the remaining bags and follows closely behind. ]