"Oh, that's a good photo!"
The photo was of Gladio, slashing at a couple of Mesmirs as his sword was starting to vanish. That must've been a quick shot to take. "Prompto, you really have a knack for photography!"
"Hehe... What can I say? I'm good with a camera!" Having been handed his camera back, he let it disappear into blue and white sparks. Back into the storage space they had, with the rest of their goods. She had to wonder if she'd ever be able to do that. Though it'd been a week since she'd joined them at the Longwythe Rest Area, having come up to them with Umbra at her heels, she would still wonder if she'd ever get to utilize anything of the sort. Maybe it was just a trust thing, in which she just had to be patient about it.
"You are. Better than some photographers I know." Nimue glanced over at Gladio, trying to figure out the expression on his face. "Something up, Gladiolus?"
"I keep tellin' ya to call me Gladio." He said in response. Nimue raised her hands up in surrender.
"Okay- something up, Gladio?" Her hands fell back to her sides.
"Nope," came the quick reply. Before she could inquire further, Ignis calling out to them about dinner being ready had both Gladio and Prompto heading over. Nimue stayed where she was instead of going, staring at the sky now that she had a few moments to herself before Ignis inevitably talked her into going to eat with them. The stars were out, and one of them was her home.
She stared, for what felt like hours but were probably only minutes, until Gladio threatened to eat her portion of the meal to get her to come over and eat. Though she wouldn't tell them yet, she wondered how long it would take for them to realize she didn't quite belong.