Noctis had been been below deck - in through a hole in the haul - when he heard the loud thumb. As if something, someone fell. He had started a small pile of wood and scraps just outside on the beach. His sword manifested in his hand as he crept towards the stairs, lightly on his toes. Was that his name he heard?

Even if this was a dream, it was a hard to not be weary of everything - not after all that had happened. When he finally was able to peer over and out he took notice of the the familiar spiky blond haired boy heading towards the cabin. He felt his gut dropped. Was it really? Was this real?

"Prompto?" he called out, enough for the other boy to hear, as he emerged to stand on the deck.