[ Just what has he gotten up to by himself, she wonders? Or, no, not by himself: spotting the two wine glasses, she deduces that he must have had company. Warm company at that, if he had brought out two tarts for him and his guest. Spotting Umbra, she smiles and nods to the Messenger. Pyra presses a fingers to her lips, as if in promise that she will do her best to not wake him as she makes her way over.
It's nice to return to a house with another in it, even if they are fast asleep upon a couch. But since it is late and he's slumbering, Prompto may be returning soon and with hunger. She'll need the kitchen to make a dinner, which means it would be best to relocate the young king to his room to avoid startling him with excess noise.
Crouching next to the couch, she pauses as she looks over him. A peaceful expression, perfectly serene in slumber greets her back-- it is a far cry from all the emotional stress (and distress) he's been through lately. A small pinpoint of guilt pricks at the back of her neck, as if an archer holds the greater part of the arrow pulled back taut... ]
Mm... Noct? [ It's a small touch upon her shoulder, just gauging how deeply he's sleeping. If he's completely gone, she'll be scooping him up. If not, she'll rustle him a little more. ]
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It's nice to return to a house with another in it, even if they are fast asleep upon a couch. But since it is late and he's slumbering, Prompto may be returning soon and with hunger. She'll need the kitchen to make a dinner, which means it would be best to relocate the young king to his room to avoid startling him with excess noise.
Crouching next to the couch, she pauses as she looks over him. A peaceful expression, perfectly serene in slumber greets her back-- it is a far cry from all the emotional stress (and distress) he's been through lately. A small pinpoint of guilt pricks at the back of her neck, as if an archer holds the greater part of the arrow pulled back taut... ]
Mm... Noct? [ It's a small touch upon her shoulder, just gauging how deeply he's sleeping. If he's completely gone, she'll be scooping him up. If not, she'll rustle him a little more. ]