['Are there lights?' Strange how that question gave Prompto a pause. He had to remember his own world and why Gladio would ask that. Had it really been so long that this was his new normal and home was a distant place?

He actually got a chance to smile a little bit, though.]

There's light.

[It was the type of thing that would mean so much to anyone from his world.]

Not sure how many people. It keeps changing and not everyone sticks together. We've got some bitty islands we've set up shop on. The shelter isn't as cushy as the tent was, but we have something.

[And if Prompto thought the tent was cushy in comparison, that said something about the quality of their accommodations. As if his slight weight loss didn't speak loud enough already - he was not someone who needed to lose anymore pounds.

He folded his arms as he continued, tone slightly more casual.]

When we got here Iggy had just lost his sight and Noct insisted that all vegetables are dangerous to eat [Couldn't help taking a small jab at his friend] sooooo, some survival skills would really come in handy. Buddy?

[A peace offering? Really, he wasn't much different than before. He just wanted everyone to get along and for things to be happy. He didn't want to argue unless it was to stick up for a friend.]