[That's... not the response he expected. How can she not feel sad? Weren't those her people? What happened to feel such a disconnect?
Noctis sits up, arms crossed over his chest. He looks at her in consideration, not sure how to ask other than just to be blunt about it. But while he decides, he instead makes a different sort of request for now.]
...can I get a shirt? I'm starting to feel cold and self-conscious.
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Noctis sits up, arms crossed over his chest. He looks at her in consideration, not sure how to ask other than just to be blunt about it. But while he decides, he instead makes a different sort of request for now.]
...can I get a shirt? I'm starting to feel cold and self-conscious.