[Mipha takes his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze of reassurance before leading him away. She's not entirely sure where she's leading the two of them, but it's a pleasantly quiet little walk-- For Mipha, anyway, since she has no way to presume what Prompto might be feeling. But she hopes maybe her own calm is transferring somehow. Or something.
There's a place to rest not too far from them anyhow and she takes Prompto to a bench there, taking a seat herself.]
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There's a place to rest not too far from them anyhow and she takes Prompto to a bench there, taking a seat herself.]
So, I'll ask again... Are you alright?