It really, really was heavy. She hadn't been joking about that. It was, like, easy more than what they weighed put together. Easy.

Even if, yes, she was still more dramatic than anything else.

(She was still grateful his room was so close to the stairs. Getting it up a floor had... not been the greatest thing ever.)

Most of Nina's concentration was on the box, moving it, and also not crushing Prompto with it (she was trusting he'd take care of the not-crushing-his-things with it bit) but with the part of her that always, always was watching, she noticed the mess.

"Annnnnnnnd are we good to put it down????????????" Nina asked, once they got that far into his room.