Noctis isn't uncomfortable, per se, with the fact that Cor is visibly moved. It's actually almost touching, for someone who is well known for being stoic. Then again, Noctis knew that stoic didn't mean Unfeeling; he'd grown up around Cor, after all. But he hesitates to offer comfort because he also knows how Cor is with expressing it.

After a moment, he reaches out, resting a hand on his knee and giving it a squeeze, and Cor a small smile, before he withdraws his hand. There, no words for Cor to have to respond to, but something to know he's not alone.

He also knows it's Regis in his heart, because even Ardyn could never fake his father's face to fool him. He focuses on Lunafreya, though, looking at the familiars sitting on the bed.

"I did. There's only things she could know, after all. Not even that bastard Ardyn had access to it," he says. Their diary had always been carefully guarded by the Messengers, and that information couldn't be faked. "She was from Altissia - during the fight with Leviathan, but before she died."

There's a moment's hesitance over the last word; he's still quite in the process of grieving her. His father, too, but that wound is a little older by comparison.