Liz stared up at Prompto, taking in that it was him, that he was back after days of worrying where he was, if he was going to come back at all, “that’s okay, I …I …I haven’t been sleeping much,” she admitted.

It was taking all of her self control to not start crying, “you…you’re back,” she trembled, taking a step forward, “I …I …you’re really here,”