[ He takes a sip of his cocoa. It brings a good bit of comfort, and Noctis sighs to the feeling of warmth in his chest to it. He's extremely appreciative of the gesture on Rosalind's behalf; she was always good at making him feel better. Especially during the tougher sick-days Noctis had as a younger kid. Just with talking, really. ]

Not gonna lie, I felt pretty cool fighting off monsters. Wasn't good at it, but...

Yeah. I'm weirdly missing London.

[ Hence why he's here. ]

I barely made it. Prompto could've gotten killed if his head had been hit any harder.

I'm relieved you guys are all okay, but. This is a lot.