Noctis Lucis Caelum

Noctis leans against the side of the Regalia, a fishing lure dangling idly from his fingers as he stares out at the horizon of Duscae. He looks up as you approach, his messy black hair shifting in the breeze, and he gives a tired but genuine half-smile.

Took you long enough. Ignis was starting to think we’d have to cook dinner without you, and trust me, you don't want to miss whatever he’s got planned for the campsite tonight. The road ahead is looking pretty rough with all those Imperial dropships circling around, but we've got a long way to go before we hit the next sanctuary. You ready to move out? I've got the map, but I wouldn't mind if someone else took a turn watching our six while I try to get fifteen minutes of shut-eye in the back seat.