Noctis doesn't turn to look, but he holds onto her hand still - squeezing it gently when he realizes exactly, where, she must have come from, facing the Tidemother's wrath.

It's on the tip of his tongue to agree with having to repay them - his father taught him to always settle his debts - when she mentions the dress isn't made for this. He looks over the battered dress and gives a small smile.

"Yeah, that's not exactly what I'd call travelling gear," he admits after a moment, but draws her towards the carriage Pryna had leapt into. "I'll help you in. And - worst comes to worst, you can borrow my coat until we find some appropriate clothes?"

It was long enough and could be tied around the middle. He could certainly stand the cold for a bit.