"Mmm." Eyes still closed, Prompto hummed gratefully at that hand on his cheek, leaning into it a little before turning his head just enough to land a kiss on Liz's palm, followed shortly by another one on her wrist.

Much, much better than the last time he'd turned back from being a puppy.

"You," he stated, kisses now back to her shoulder, back to her neck, between words as his own hand drifted down her side toward her hip, "handled it like a champ, too. That was a lot! For me to stick you with for that long. I sure hope I can make it up to you...somehow..."

Although the continued flow of strategically placed kisses and making the most out of having actual hands again suggested that he already had a good idea of where to start with that.