Prompto makes every effort to keep himself occupied, and Riku's constantly aware of it, appreciative of his attempt to minimize noise even if it keeps his shoulders and back a solid line of tension, his knuckles white beneath his gloves.
It's cold, and the longer they travel through the dark, the more frequently his steadfast posture trembles in brief fits and starts of shivering.
They have to be getting close. Perhaps soon he'll see the torch he left to mark the location. He'll have to take it down, bring it into the Armory, Riku doesn't want it to lead the spirits to their location--
Prompto is humming. For a moment, he thinks about Daylight singing on the shore of the lake, while all those lanterns were set to float on its placid, mirror-like surface.
"..." Riku has turned his head to glance at Prompto questioningly, but he doesn't tell him to stop. The truth is... it's kind of-- nice. He swings his attention forward again, his jaw tight so his teeth won't chatter. Their lanterns do give off some small amount of heat, but it's not much in the open air.
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It's cold, and the longer they travel through the dark, the more frequently his steadfast posture trembles in brief fits and starts of shivering.
They have to be getting close. Perhaps soon he'll see the torch he left to mark the location. He'll have to take it down, bring it into the Armory, Riku doesn't want it to lead the spirits to their location--
Prompto is humming. For a moment, he thinks about Daylight singing on the shore of the lake, while all those lanterns were set to float on its placid, mirror-like surface.
"..." Riku has turned his head to glance at Prompto questioningly, but he doesn't tell him to stop. The truth is... it's kind of-- nice. He swings his attention forward again, his jaw tight so his teeth won't chatter. Their lanterns do give off some small amount of heat, but it's not much in the open air.