[ Not much is said between them during their walk back to the inn, but that's just as well, because there's almost too much to say, and being in her presence alone is a lot to take in. Just the warmth of her hand in his is surreal, and he can imagine it's much the same for her. Unlike him, Alisaie didn't have the relative reassurance that he was in this world, and would have been hard-pressed to expect he ever could be, no matter what promises he had made. They both have a lot to process, a lot to take in, but for now, just walking and holding tight to her is enough to fill his heart near to bursting.

When the inn at last comes into sight, it's a welcome relief. She's right in her belief that he is weary down to his bones, and ready to sleep on something slightly less unyielding than the sand. He's put up with an awful lot of camping lately, and he is definitely a little ripe. Norvrandt doesn't exactly have all the amenities he's used to — his hair has even grown a little longer, swept down and to the side, and if she looks very, very closely, she might even see a trace of stubble on his chin. It's scant, but still.

Once they at last sit to a warm meal before them, Prompto sags into his seat, his limbs all seeming to weight a hundred pounds each, guzzling down half his glass before accepting the crust of bread from her. Hopefully she doesn't mind if he talks with his mouth full, but now that they've made it he has a lot of talking to do, and eating can only get in his way so much. ]

I will, but even if I do...dunno if it's gonna get any more believable.

[ He can still hardly believe it, and he certainly doesn't understand it. How did he wind up here rather than on Eos? ]

Last thing I remember from Lunatia was going to sleep, next to you. Next thing I knew, I woke up...here. Not on Eos.