[ Reassured, Prompto slips more fully through the door, crossing over to her bedside and setting the mug of hot cider down on her nightstand. He has one for himself, as well, though he keeps his in a special container Alisaie had given him.
He pulls over a chair to sit, smiling warmly. ]
Yeah, they're fine. Y'know, whining about the cold a bit, but they'll tough it out.
[ He leaves out the part about how he's the one who has been whining about the cold the most. ]
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He pulls over a chair to sit, smiling warmly. ]
Yeah, they're fine. Y'know, whining about the cold a bit, but they'll tough it out.
[ He leaves out the part about how he's the one who has been whining about the cold the most. ]
I'm just glad we all made it in one piece.