"I definitely don't think talking to Dr. Lecter could ever be a bad idea," Prompto said, grinning a little more when that second yawn wedged out of Liz, and just sort of marveling at the quick turn-around just being with her had caused in all this worries about that nightmare. Once she managed to drift off to sleep and he was still wide-awake, staring at shadows on the ceiling, though, it would probably all come flooding back, but he'd deal with that then. It wouldn't be anything new, after all.

But for now?

"Just much," he said, "much later. Come on."

With a grin, he went to scoop Liz up in her arms so that she'd have no choice but to be settled back softly into bed, with Prompto then joining her and nuzzling in.

"Bedtime."