You'd mentioned before. I figured now was a better time than ever to exercise the option.

[ Which is pretty telling to how stressed he still is. Noctis follows Rosalind inside and follows her to the front room. When he sees steam blowing over two mugs of hot chocolate, he can't help the little sleepy smile. It's little gestures like that which make Rosalind seem less intimidating than she might be at first glance.

It's a clear reminder of how things had been when he was younger. Noctis realized hours ago that he was in some need of nostalgia and the feeling of being home again.

He takes a seat, reaching for the mug. ]

Thanks.

[ Looking to Rosalind, he takes a moment in silence to mull over what he came for. His glance shifts to the mug. ]

Talking's enough of a distraction on its own.

[ A beat. ]

Hasn't gotten any easier for you either, huh?