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It was late by the time Lunafreya managed to fall asleep. Her mind was busy running through the dark topics they were unable to avoid that day, her afternoon spent fishing with Noctis was occupied by discussing the fears Gentiana and Regis had about their wedding, their dashed hopes with his news, and everything that could go wrong in their attempts to meet at the coast in two days time to flee Altissia. Like him, she feared that the people would think she was abandoning them. She was jarred from her fragile sleep with frequent nightmares; it was for this reason she had a harder time than usual waking up when she heard a light pink against her window, followed by a second, and a third just before Noctis unintentionally startled her when he phased through her window.
"Luna!" he dashed over to the bed, and she looked at him on a confused haze.
"Noct? What-"
"The Empire played their hand. Guess Cor got here just in time. Come on, I'll fill you in the details in a minute but we gotta get you outta here." He urged her, throwing her blankets off her and pulling her from the bed. She lost her balance from the sudden motion but he helped her right herself. She rubbed her wrist as she watched him run up to her wardrobe and pull it open, tilting his head at it, "Come on, grab something warm, we gotta go." He was whispering loudly, and Lunafreya wondered when she would hear the slamming of a fist against her door.
"They'll hear you."
"Doesn't matter now, there's airships on the way." She had never seen him so frantic before. She grabbed a robe from the wardrobe with a sweaty palms, trying to control the tremor in her hands, and how fast her heart was still racing from her startle. She pulled the garment on, hugging it close to chase away the chill running down her arms. Noctis ran over to the bed, pulling off her sheet and fitted sheet, knotting two of the corners together, then cursed when he realized it wouldn't serve the purpose he was aiming for. "Okay keep your voice down we'll have to run down the hall."
"Run down the… you're the one who's nearly shouting," she responded in a harsh whisper. He reached for her wrist again but she pulled her arm close to her, and he gave her a confused glance for just a moment before she nodded her head towards the door. "We best hurry." She decided to simply place her trust in him, forcing her confusion aside to contend with later. "Pryna… here girl," she called to the white dog that had been lying near the foot of her bed, ears pinned back in distress. She picked her up and nodded. They ran towards the door, Noctis taking a quick glance down each end of the hall and waved his hand at her. They ran down the length of it and made it through, praying to the Six that they were imagining the sounds of doors opening behind them. They ran down another narrow hall once they reached the ground level and Noctis nearly pushed through and exit, but Lunafreya grabbed him, pulling him back sharply,
"Stop it! You'll set off every alarm on this floor!" She pointed over his shoulder, awkwardly holding Pryna with one arm, and he followed her finger to the Fire Door sign declaring in bold red letters the activation of an alarm once opened. He cursed, and made for the main lobby. The royal couple charged past the woman manning the front desk and the confused concierge who was trying to ask where the royals were off to at such an hour. Outside they found Noctis's friends and Cor Leonus waiting for them who began to urgently gesture and continued to run.
"This way, we have to make it to the yacht before the empire finds it!" Cor snapped. They made it down several streets when they could hear a distant hum, and make out the outline of approaching airships by their distinct red lights. The group collectively swore, turning sharply down a narrow flight of stairs, following Cor through the maze of streets.
"Lunafreya!" a deep voice called, and she froze in place, Noctis stopping to turn as well. Ravus was fast approaching them, Pryna whining in response to the familiar voice.
"Keep running!" Cor insisted, and the royals continued their desperate flight, but they had only made it a few dozen more meters before a yelp caught their attention. They group turned to find Lunafreya pushed up against the wall of the nearest building, Ravus clutching the front of her robe, and a Nifleheim soldier standing just behind the Commander. Lunafreya was writhing and Pryna wining by her feet. She was trying to fight her brother's grip, her hands clasped around the wrist that was holding onto the front of her robe. Noctis called forth his Engine Blade, but Gladiolus's fist wrapped around his wrist before he could swing his arm.
"Let me go Gladio! Damnit Ravus! Let go of her!" Noctis shouted.
"Please, let me go." She looked to her brother with pleading eyes. I can't go back. I can't.
"You really want to drag her back to Caligo?" Noctis snapped, vanishing his sword so his Shield would release his wrist.
"We're low on time." Cor warned, "I can hear the airships over the city. They'll find the royal ship shortly. I don't have another way to get us out of Altissia."
"I can spirit you from the city." Ravus insisted, letting go of Lunafreya. In a single smooth motion he unsheathed his Carolingian Sword and dispatching the soldier behind him. The group watched, backing away from the unexpected action, Lunafreya gasping and clamping both hands over her mouth. "Oh settle." He said to her, struggling to control his tone. "It was a puppet." He kicked at the fallen soldier's face, knocking away the mask covering the complex MagiTek beneath it.
"Wait, MTs are real?!" Noctis balked, looking from the machine to Ravus. Prompto let out a strange squeak, Gladiolus cursed.
"They aren't just stories…" Ignis remarked. Cor maintained his silence, glancing worriedly at the sky.
"We must hurry if we're to get away from here." He reminded them. Lunafreya tried to move past her brother but he grabbed her again, pulling her back to him,
"If we hurry we can escape this place." Ravus ignored the prince and his agitated companions. All the yelling had Pryna hiding behind Lunafreya's legs, ears pinned, tail tucked between her legs.
"We don't have time for this! Let her go or come with us! You're outnumbered!" Noctis knew his yelling would draw attention, and began to flex his fingers as he looked around for more signs of those MTs.
"We both know that is impossible, please. Do not bring my back to that man." Lunafreya pleaded in a quivering voice. "I need to awaken the Six. We spoke of this!" she dropped her hands in a frustrated gesture; brows knit together, breaths coming in rapid gasps.
"I can take you to them!"
"No you can't! You think an airship flying in the wrong direction won't attract attention?" Ravus cursed, tightening his grip on her robe, causing Pryna to growl and bark at the man.
"Get on that ship, and get away from this city. I'll do what I can to cover your flight." He nearly pushed her away when he released her, and pointed his sword at Noctis, "If any harm comes for her, you will pray for me to kill you." Before Noctis could quip back Cor had started running, Gladiolus grabbing the back of his shirt to force him to follow, Lunafreya pulling up the rear after giving her brother a fragile smile and mouthing the words thank you Pryna following closely behind her. Ravus watched their retreating forms for a moment before he cleaned the oil and lubricants from his Carolingian so he could sheath it, making his back up the road, so he could feign searching for his sister that that Crystal's Chosen Verstael was so desperate to get his hands on.
"Come on!" Cor snapped, growing impatient with the slow pace of his companions. The hum above their heads turned into a thrumming bass. Hot wind forced them to bring an to cover their eyes as an airship stopped above them, light up the dark alley with red light, metal clanging from all around them. The wind let up, and they were able to quint through the dust and sand swirling through the air to make out soldiers that resembled the machine that Ravus had dispatched so quickly.
"It's more of those MTs!" Gladiolus shouted above the wind. The group collectively called forth their weapons as the soldiers rushed them. Gladiolus stayed close to the prince, positioning himself between the royal pair and the advancing soldiers. The alley was too narrow for Prompto to fire his guns for fear that a ricochet or missed shot could strike one of his friends, so he stayed in the center of the group standing over a growling Pryna while complaining about how useless he felt, and promising the dog to keep her safe. Ignis was with Cor trying to keep more of the soldiers from advancing in their side of the alley, Luna and Noctis combating the ones that had dropped into the center of their path. The group was outnumbered almost two-to-one, but the narrow pathway limited this advantage.
Lunafreya lifted her trident, bending her knees to try and keep herself upright as one of the soldiers brought down their sword, catching the weapon between two of the teeth. Her arms burned as she tried to hold it back, limbs trembling with the effort. She let out a bellow as she twisted her hips, using her weight to snap the weapon's angle away from her, knocking herself off balance. The tug on the trident as the soldier tried to maintain its grip on its own weapon caused it to stagger, but it quickly righted heard her shout as she lifted her trident to defect another blow, the impact sending a wave of pain down her ribs that caused her to loosen her grip on her weapon. He shouted in an attempt to provide a momentary diversion, and threw himself at the soldier, seeing a twitch, a flash of metal, and forced himself to ignore the white hot pain that erupted in his side.
"Prompto!" she gasped, but was forced to switch her attention back to the soldier she was struggling with.
The mechanism tilted its head at her, leaning back against its palms to kick at her ankle. She leapt back, colliding with Noctis hard enough to cause them both to stagger. She brought her trident down into the chest of the mechanical man, flinching at the spray of oil that came from the impact, her breathing quickening as she remembered a soldier's fist impacting the center her own chest. She heard an electronic whine, and the red lights illuminating the slits of the mask dimmed. She wiped the warm oil away from her face, remembering the warmth of too many nosebleeds. She saw Prompto staggering back to his feet, a hand pressed against his side. But she spun around at the sound of Noctis's shout, and saw that he had been forced partially off balance, sword deflected, and the soldier was bringing his own back around for a second swing,
A flash of light ran along the pentagonal path of her shield, forcing her and Noctis to squint at the sudden brightness. The soldier's stance was staggered by the unexpected way his sword was deflected away from the Prince. Lunafreya groaned with the strain of holding the shield against the impact, letting it break the moment the sword clanged with the ground. Noctis shook away his startle, swinging his Engine Blade and felling the soldier. She turned, seeing Prompto sruggling away from another approaching soldier who had muscled its way through Cor and Ignis. He was holding a gun out before him with one hand, the other still clamped tightly to his side, making empty threats. She shifted her hold on her trident, swinging it at the back of the soldier's knees. It saw her moving, and was able to deflect her attack, the impact knocking her to the ground.
She heard Prompto shout for Noctis's Shield, and she strained to bring her trident up in time to block the MT's next blow. Her fingers went numb as metal clashed with metal, the bar of the trident striking against her chest. She grunted as she tried to push the blade away, but the machine was quicker with its small blade than she could be with the heavy trident. She shot a hand up in front of her, again shouting her shielding spell. She had little time to get her spell up and it shattered immediately upon impact. Gladiolus had apparently heard his name called, for next she knew she was again sprayed with oil and whatever other fluids filled these things as the man nearly sliced the device in half. She took his extended hand and was pulled back to her feet. He bent over, handing her back her trident,
"Thank you."
"You alright?"
"I'm fine. We need to finish these things." Gladiolus pointed over towards where Cor and Ignis were fighting,
"They just took out the last one."
"You okay Prom?" Gladolus asked as he saw Prompto limping up to them. He had a hand clamped to his side with a distressing amount of blood oozing between his fingers.
"I'll be fine." He answered, his voice strained.
"Let me help you," Lunafreya stepped towards him,
"Later, we gotta get outta here." He tried to walk past her, but he winced with every step.
"You'll move faster if you let me help you." None could argue this point and she walked up to him, ignoring the way he flinched when she held her hands to the sides of his face, standing on her toes to reach his forehead as she whispered a prayer. He couldn't help but sigh at the warmth that flowed through him. She felt him begin to relax, and when she pulled away he let go of his side. "I can't quite fix you all the way…" she lamented,
"I feel pretty good. Come on… we gotta go. I hear more of those ships." He was moving much quicker, though still clutching at his side. She lagged behind for a bare moment to pick up Pryna. She paused to appraise her surroundings to ensure that there were no more soldiers coming for them and vanished her trident. She searched for any sign of red amongst the spilling brown fluids, but was urged by the others to start running before another airship dropped a second load of soldiers onto their heads.
The small lifeboat was crowded, but bore all six passengers safety towards the royal yacht moored just deep enough into the water to avoid running aground. The large body of water surrounding the city was contained by a tall wall, forcing all vessels wanting to enter and exit Altissia to follow the same waterways. They prayed that with all flags withdrawn the black vessel would blend in with other fishing boats and ferries desperately fleeing. Cor was helming the ship, while the royal retinue were hiding inside the small cabin that could hardly comfortably hold two.
One corner of the room had a small table under which Pryna was hiding, flanked by two chairs, a bed rested in the center of the room with just enough space for a person to walk through the space between the table and the edge of the bed. Lunafreya was sitting in one chair, inspecting the bottoms of her feet, and it was then Noctis suddenly realized she was barefoot, and caught the sight of bloody prints leading from the cabin door to where she was sitting. He shifted uncomfortably in the chair across from her, wincing
"Did I make you run across Altissia barefoot?" he asked, heat rising in his cheeks as he tried to remember the rush to flee her room.
"I'm alright." She replied simply. Noctis looked over to the bed; Ignis had the first aid kit on the foot of the bed where a shirtless Prompto was sitting, having his own wound inspected by the advisor. He asked Ignis to check her feet when he was done with Prompto, ignoring her insistence that she would be alright. She curled her arms on the table and rested her head in them, her breathing beginning to slow. "Noctis, I-am-alright." She repeated when he inquired about her apparent exhaustion. "Those shields are just a bit tiresome to cast." She explained, not liking how vulnerable she felt in the small room. She had taken the chair closest to the door, but felt trapped with how many of them were crammed into the small room.
"Can I just check your feet? I mean… look at the footprints." He asked, "we have a first aid kit…" she looked up at him and gave a short nod, lacking the energy to argue. "Iggy, when you're done helping Prompto-"
"Say no more. I can assess the Lady's injuries, unless she would be more comfortable with you in which case I can simply offer my best advice." He replied. Lunafreya quietly requested that it was Noctis who would check her, stating that it was only because he was closer, and they were limited in space.
"So what the hell do we do now?" Gladiolus asked. His arms were crossed, his nails digging into his arm as he had no way to let out his restless energy with the confinement of the room preventing him from pacing to clear his thoughts. "We need to get word from Insomnia. If they attacked Altissia to get to Noct they probably pulled some shit in Insomnia too. Anyone have service?" he asked, angrily shoving his own phone back into his pocket. He received three nosin response, and ran his fingers through his hair. "What about you Luna?" Gladiolus asked, hoping the use of the nickname would help ease some of her tension. She simply shook her head in response,
"I don't have one." She avoided his gaze, knowing just how odd it was for her to lack such an item.
"You don't have a phone?" he tried to watch his tone, not trying to sound accusatory. He was just surprised. "Then how did…? Nevermind…" he cut off his own question, not wanting to pry after how disastrous his previous intrusive behavior had been received. Lunafreya was glad for the subject drop, and tried not to tense when Noctis knelt in the cramped space between the bed and her chair to inspect the bottom of her foot, furrowing his brow.
"I'm sorry… I should have given you an extra moment to put on something. You're even still in your PJs… are you cold?" he asked her. She shook her head, forcing a smile,
"The only shoes provided me by the Empire are heels. I do think I am better off with smarting soles of my feet than broken ankles trying to sprint through a city of stairs in tall heels." She offered, hoping to wipe that guilty expression off his face. Noctis saw the logic in this, but still felt responsible for the state of her feet. Every step had to be agony.
"We'll have to get you some practical shoes back in Lucis. Clothes too." He asked Ignis if there was anything in the kit to clean wounds with, not having paid close attention to the care he had provided Prompto. The man handed him saline soaked guaze, frowning when her toes immediately curled and she jerked her foot away slightly, "sorry… I didn't mean to hurt you."
"No… I mean, yes… it's a touch tender, but mostly just a bit ticklish." She admitted shyly, turning her head to hide the blush on her cheeks. She forced herself to relax, and allow Noctis to finish cleansing the multiple small wounds on the bottom of her feet.
"I never really noticed before," Noctis smiled a bit at the thought.
"Well you don't exactly grab my feet at lot." She offered.
"What kinda future-husband are you, never gave your gal a footrub?" Prompto admonished, shaking his head. "Ow! Careful man…" he complained as Ignis started to apply steri-strips to the laceration on his side.
"He has a point Noct," she teased, giving him a smile to show she meant it all in jest. He smiled back at her, glad to see her acting a bit more like herself.
"Guess I have to make it up to you later. Hey Gladio… that chest at the foot of the bed, you're closer to it… can you see if we have any spare clothes in it?" he asked.
"Sure." He answered, glad for something to busy his hands with before he began to chew his fingernails off. He opened the chest and saw a couple shirts, pairs of pants, socks, jacket, and a hat neatly folded inside. "yeah, got a few things here."
"Pass 'em to me." He asked, and his Shield tossed one of each article at him. "Here Luna… they'll be huge on you but at least you'll be a little warmer." He offered.
"Thank you," He gestured to the small bathroom in the back of the cabin,
"Let me finish bandaging up your feet and you can get changed in the bathroom. It's pretty cramped, but at least you'll have a little privacy," he offered. She nodded with a smile, and let him wrap her feet in the rolled gauze Ignis handed him. He suggested she apply the socks, promising they were clean, to help hold the bandages in place. She heeded his advice, then gathered the other items handed to her so she could dress in something besides her thin nightclothes. Noctis stood with a groan, rubbing his lower back, thumbs massaging his old scar to help ease the tingling that had started to flare up from kneeling on the floor.
"I'm gonna go see if Cor has heard from anyone from Insomnia. Maybe he has service." Gladiolus stated, needing to get out of the stuffy cabin, and the deck would have space for him to pace out this nervous energy. Noctis waved him off, and dropped himself back into the chair he was sitting on. With Ignis done tending to his wound Prompto laid back across the bed, bemoaning the fact there were no Elixers on board, and Ignis remained sitting on the edge of the bed carefully packing up the first aid kit.
"Is Pryna still under the table?" Prompto asked. Noctis nodded the affirmative, and scooched back to beckon the dog out in response to the unspoken request, placing her atop the bed. She whined at first from being picked up, but made her way over to Prompto after some becoming and patting of the pillow beside him. "So what now?" he asked, idly petting the dog.
"Guess we wait for Cor to take us back to Lucis. Gladio will give us an update." Noctis answered, putting his feet up on the end of the bed in an attempt to ease the ache running down his left leg to match the burning in his back. Lunafreya emerged from the bathroom, and neither of the three men could prevent themselves from letting out a short laugh, offering fast apologies. The laughing caught Pryna's attention, who sat up with her ears upright, tail wagging. Prompto went back to scratching her, causing the dog to roll onto her side to encourage him to pet her belly, and he was more than happy to oblige.
"It's alright, I laughed a bit at myself." She assured them. The pants she wore were held in place by a belt on it's tightest notch, the bottoms rolled up so she wouldn't trip on them. The black tee-shirt came nearly to her elbows and halfway past her thighs and was large enough she placed the jacket on the bed without bothering to wear it. She held the hat in her hands, thumbing the rim of it nervously as she limped back towards the dining chair close to the door. The pant legs unfurled by the time she sat, and she gave up on any pretense of not looking completely absurd and used the rim of the socks to hold the pant legs in place. After having had time to rest she was more aware of the pain in her feet, and the onset of swelling was making walking difficult. She mirrored Noctis by elevating her feet on the bed, biting her lip to restrain a pained moan not wanting to make him feel any worse about her sorry state. She had used her palms to drink some water while in the bathroom and felt slightly better now after a drink, warmer clothing, and lifting her feet. The fatigue from her spells was beginning to wane, and it was only the throbbing in her feet keeping her from feeling almost normal again.
"Feel a little better though?" Noctis inquired, watching her fingers run along the hat, thumbs idly flicking at the material.
"Quite a bit, yes. Thank you." She jumped with a yelp, jerking away from the door as it opened, Gladiolus squeezing back into the small cabin space.
"Sorry…" he apologized, "didn't mean to scare you." He apologized quickly. "So Cor has no service either. He thinks our best bet is to hang out with the other fishing boats, then once it's dark make our way back to the Lucian coast." He explained.
"Isn't that incredibly dangerous? The Cape Caem lighthouse has been out for years, and Galdin Quay never had one to begin with. Miracle no one's ever crashed a boat…" Ignis thought aloud.
"I asked the same thing. He thinks its still less risky than catching the attention of the Nifs." He explained.
"Guess we're gonna be here a while. Hey Noct, got anything to do on this boat? Phones won't get service so no King's Knight. Got some cards?" Prompto asked, sitting up against the headboard and drawing his legs in to make room for Gladiolus to sit at the foot of the bed.
"Yeah dad usually keeps some cards lying around somewhere." Noctis answered. They checked the few drawers in the cabin and were able to find a deck. "What game?"
"How about bullshit?" Prompto quickly suggested.
"You always suggest that one and you're aweful at it!" Noctis shot back.
"I'm not quite familiar with the game." Lunafreya spoke up, placing the hat on the table.
"Oh it's easy. Okay we'll do an open-face round so you can learn. The goal of the game is to empty your hand, and you do it by trying to trick the other players," Noctis began. He dealt out the cards, "Normally you hide your cards from everyone so no one can see but we're showing so you can learn. Okay so Ignis has the Ace of Spades, so he plays first. See how he only has one Ace in his hands? He places it face down and says 'one ace'. Or he can place two cards down but say 'two aces' even though one isn't an Ace in an attempt to get rid of two cards in his hand. If you think he's lying you say bullshit."
"How will I know he's lying?" Lunafreya asked,
"Maybe he sucks at lying like Prompto, or he says two aces, but you have three in your hand, so you know its not possible." He explained. "Next would be Gladio, he has to play twos. Then Prompto threes, and so on. If you call bullshit on someone you show the cards they played. If they were lying and you caught them they have to pick up the whole pile of cards. If you call bullshit but they weren't lying, then you have to pick up all the cards. First person to empty all the cards in their hands wins." She nodded her understanding and Noctis shuffled the deck again, handing them out once more and they began. Her first turn Lunafreya was able to honestly play two cards, and watched a round go by. When Prompto's turn came around she could see why Noctis said he was a terrible liar. He was. The way he smirked when he played two cards was enough of a giveaway, but the fact she had paid attention to previous cards played told her his hand was impossible.
"Bullshit." She announced simply, and all eyes were on her. "What? I… I thought that's what you had to say?" she inquired, flushing and dodging everyone's gaze.
"Something weird about hearing the Oracle swear." Prompto admitted and flipped over the top two cards that proved he had tried to bluff and failed. He picked up the pile of cards, chuckling a bit. She felt her cheeks burn a little deeper, but smirked a little bit at the reaction.
"Feel that chill? I think hell just froze over." Gladiolus added, hugging his arms.
"Naw, that was the breeze of flying pigs overhead." Noctis joined in, nudging Lunafreya with his elbow giving her a smile glad to see her sporting one of her own. As the rounds continued Lunafreya's deadpan whenever she announced her plays always left the guys guessing, more than once falsely accusing her of a bluff, but never successfully catching her in one. It didn't take long for her to win the first round.
"Beginners luck!" Prompto insisted.
"You are not a very adept liar." Lunafreya countered, and the gunman narrowed his eyes at her, and demanded a rematch. It was Ignis who won the second round. The tension they all felt from their desparate flight, and the unnerving battle with the MTs faded as they continued to play. Shifting to a new game when Promto was tired of having no chance at winning. Time felt like it was passing quickly, and their games were interrupted when Cor entered the cabin to announce that they would head towards the Lucian coast.
"Need any help?" Gladiolus was the first to offer, and Cor was happy to accept his help, needing someone to help him navigate at the helm. The Shield excused himself, his friends all waving at him, and even Lunafreya managed a polite nod at him.
"I wonder what Lucis looks like. I've only seen those few postcards you've sent me." She mused.
"Wanna see pictures? I took a few on our way to Galdin Quay?"
"You managed to bring your camera?" Noctis asked. He himself had barely remembered the shirt on his back.
"Of course! Can't live without it. Lucky it didn't get damaged at all during that puppet fight." Prompto replied, and pulled the camera out of his cargo pants pocket, feeling the other pocket to ensure the lens was still there. The device beeped as he turned on the display, and scooched to the edge of the bed, wincing slightly and holding his side,
"I'm sorry I couldn't fix it completely…" Lunafreya frowned, "here… let me try again. I'm not quite so tired. Those shields are exhausting." She offered up as an excuse. She could normally heal dozens of people a day, and was kicking herself for failing to heal one even if the wound was rather severe. Prompto looked unsure, but steeled himself trying to remember how warm and soothing her light had felt back in Altissia. The pain in his side faded from a burning to a strange itch as she whispered her prayer, and when she released him he looked at his side to find a pink scar there. "it may be itchy for a bit, like any scar would be." She explained.
"Hey thanks… probably would be in rough shape if it weren't for you." He met her gaze for a moment before fumbling for his camera again, "Here," he showed her the display, and began to flick through the pictures he took on the drive from Insomnia to Galdin, telling her about each picture.
"You quite like photography it seems." She commented, enjoying the pictures, longing to see all these places for herself. They were so unlike Tenebrae.
"Oh man I love photography!" he answered,
"Uh oh. I don't think the Lady understands the can of worms she just opened." Ignis remarked, getting a glare from Prompto before he turned his attention back to the Oracle. She listened while he talked about his favorite shop in Insomnia, and about the different lenses and filters. She couldn't help but think of how he sounded like Noctis when he started talking about fishing and fishing gear. Prompto enjoyed talking to her about his hobby, enthused by the fact she never interrupted him or yawned or showed other signs of boredom.
"Think we can see some of these places when we get to Lucis Noct?" she turned to him, gesturing at Prompto's camera.
"I'm sure we'll see lots of places."
"Here, this is Galdin Quay, this is were we stayed right before coming to Altissia."
"It's beautiful…" she remarked. A natural coastline looked so different from the artificial canals of Altissia.
"Probably where we're headed. It's where we left the Regalia." Prompto explained.
"Probably?" Noctis asked.
"We best talk to Cor about our current coarse so we can decide what we are going to do next." Ignis suggested, standing up. "I shall go discuss with Cor and Gladio where we are headed to."
"Wherever we're going we should head straight to Insomnia. If they attacked Altissia…"
"Then they likely attacked Insomnia too." Ignis finished. "In which case heading towards Insomnia is a fools errend."
"By my father! All our people! Everyone!" Noctis snapped,
"My people too!" Ignis replied. Prompto watched his friends argued, hugging his camera close to him, Pryna wining at the sudden rise in noise. "We will figure this out. We will get to Lucis then figure out our next step. We cannot decide such things impulsively!" Noctis looked ready to argue further but let out a frustrated grunt instead, running his hands through his hair.
"I feel like a coward." He admonished. "I ran away from Altissia with my tail between my legs and now you're saying I have to avoid Insomnia?"
"You are not a coward by realizing that we cannot currently go rushing to Insomnnia." It was Lunafreya providing a response, a hand reaching out to squeeze his. "I too had to flee my people. We may be under control of Nifleheim, but the people of Tenebrae still looked to house Fleuret, and prayed for their Oracle to help them with the blight. It pains me to know they need me and I am not there, but I take solace in knowing that I am not abandoning them to fate. I merely must help them through a different path."
I won't let you down
"Now you just sound like one of the heroes from your fantasy books." He teased, exchanging a smile with her. Satisfied that the tension was resolved Ignis left the cabin to consult with the two men on deck so he could better plot a course of action for their party. He returned shortly and explained Cor would drop them all off in Galdin Quay before heading to Cape Caem himself. Once in Galdin they could see if they could make contact with anyone from Insomnia in order to plot their next course.
