Prompto was going to draw in a breath to sustain a very dubious look at Nina, as if building up to his reluctant acquiescence. "Yeah, alright," he allowed. "I guess. And if he doesn't? I'm never going to let him hear the end of it, I can tell you that much...."

He went a little quiet for a moment, looking down at his fingers running through Pancakes' soft fur.

"And I just hope," he added, looking back up at Nina, "you'll get to enjoy it, too."

He still wasn't...quite sure exactly how Nina's magic worked, if he was honest, just like he didn't really get Noct's magic, either, but he did know that it took a lot out of her, and it didn't seem right, that she should do all this work and not get to enjoy it or run herself ragged for it.