When Prompto moves to rest against the hay bale and leans against his legs, Noctis reaches down to run a hand through Prompto's hair, removing a stray piece of hay from it. He looks down at Prompto with so much admiration and devotion, anybody could take one look at Noctis and know he is crazy about his best friend. It doesn't take for Noctis long to slide off of the hay bale so he's sitting next to Prompto.

"You've done what?" Noctis asks, giving Prompto a quizzical look. "When were you going to tell me about that?"

He can't help but smile, proud of Prompto and what he's accomplishing here that he wasn't able to in Lucis. Putting up wards? Having a chocobo farm? It's all wonderful, Noctis thinks to himself.