"Well," said Prompto, with a bit of a laugh his own, "he didn't actually say he loved it, but...you know how he is. He didn't have to say it."

Then he was quiet for a moment, just sort of letting his brain trying to latch onto the idea that she was actually back, that she was safe, that it was hopefully over for her...at least for now. Hopefully for good, but he knew better than to be that optimistic.

"Are you hungry?" he asked. "I brought a bunch of food."