[He feels that pull; and he'd know it anywhere. Noctis follows it without thinking, surprise unseen yet written all over his face as the world refocuses and he turns his head to see the face he knew would be at the end of that magical tie.]
Iggy?
[The nickname leaves his lips before he thinks about it. As does his footsteps sound just a little louder with how they crunch in the sand as he turns to face him better. He hadn't expected to feel that tug out of combat, and he doesn't notice anything that might be a sign of danger.
Yet. Great, now he's gonna be worried about that.]
[slightly louder dying]
Iggy?
[The nickname leaves his lips before he thinks about it. As does his footsteps sound just a little louder with how they crunch in the sand as he turns to face him better. He hadn't expected to feel that tug out of combat, and he doesn't notice anything that might be a sign of danger.
Yet. Great, now he's gonna be worried about that.]