[There's something encouraging in that- not just that Royce won't comment about it, but the comparison he makes. It's a balm, effective because it makes sense without making him feel inferior in the process. Noctis knows there are leagues between what he knows and what those around him are capable of, he isn't an expert at survival or a seasoned combatant.
Noctis watches him- and his shoulders soften by degrees.] Alright.
[He eases back from the wall and into the space between them, unable to offer his arm outright without doing more damage in the process.]
no subject
Noctis watches him- and his shoulders soften by degrees.] Alright.
[He eases back from the wall and into the space between them, unable to offer his arm outright without doing more damage in the process.]
Show me what to do.