[ All this guy's rigidness makes Noctis feel a little awkward, not exactly unused to that kind of behavior from the Crownsguard or the Kingsglaive but also not in the habit of adopting those mannerisms himself. By contrast, he has his shoulders curled a bit forward in a slight slouch while his fingers fidget with his pockets, feeling a little less than dignified at the moment. The layer of dirt and grime doesn't lend well to his image, but he tries to focus on the fact that there are more pressing concerns than his sloppy appearance at the moment. ]

Yeah, ran into a white-haired girl not too long ago. She did the same thing magic trick with the boar.

[ Which he still can't figure out but is sorely jealous of at the moment. He knows he shouldn't really complain, but considering they removed his powers, the least their kidnappers could give him is some boar-whispering powers in return. That would come in handy when hunger strikes, and he'll actually have to kill one of those. ]

There's probably more people out there. She said she was stuck here for two months already.

[ He doubts he's the only one who's a little cranky about that fact, especially when he'd been just about to board the boat to Altissia. It really does feel like every time he's on the way to see Luna, some other catastrophe emerges to delay his arrival even further. ]