They are. His Majesty and Noctis have seen to that. [ Lunafreya looks to him with a smile, steadying him as best she can. The silence that ensues is deafening, but understandable; the best she can do is remain here with Prompto until he settles. To keep him safe.
She doesn't notice his tears, not at first. She keeps a firm hold on his hand as they move, her own thoughts consuming her: she'd never gotten the chance to meet him on Eos, though she'd desperately wanted to. She knew him as Noctis had: through photos and written stories, and from the kindness he had bestowed upon Pryna all those years ago.
She turns at the worst possible moment to see him swipe at his face, and something inside of her chest tightens. Slowing to a stop, Lunafreya acts on impulse, reaching out to smooth a stray tear from his cheek. Her expression is one of heartache, as she finds she understands, at least a little bit, what he must be feeling.
Danger ever looms on the horizon, yes, but it doesn't stop her from turning fully, very gently holding his hand in one palm while she brings her arm up to encircle him, holding him close. Prompto can pull away if he wishes, but it's a small token of comfort that she can bestow... And a gesture of gratitude, whether her knows it or not. ]
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She doesn't notice his tears, not at first. She keeps a firm hold on his hand as they move, her own thoughts consuming her: she'd never gotten the chance to meet him on Eos, though she'd desperately wanted to. She knew him as Noctis had: through photos and written stories, and from the kindness he had bestowed upon Pryna all those years ago.
She turns at the worst possible moment to see him swipe at his face, and something inside of her chest tightens. Slowing to a stop, Lunafreya acts on impulse, reaching out to smooth a stray tear from his cheek. Her expression is one of heartache, as she finds she understands, at least a little bit, what he must be feeling.
Danger ever looms on the horizon, yes, but it doesn't stop her from turning fully, very gently holding his hand in one palm while she brings her arm up to encircle him, holding him close. Prompto can pull away if he wishes, but it's a small token of comfort that she can bestow... And a gesture of gratitude, whether her knows it or not. ]
... It will be alright, Prompto.