"Yeah." Technically a King, now, but it was hard to be King of a city that was burned down, and now apparently in a world on the brink of destruction.

Noctis leans down, offering his hand to the grim to smell, the way he'd been taught with dogs.

"Kuro, huh? I've never heard of a church grim before. And this is Carbuncle."

The familiar in question gives a little chirp, ears wiggling in greeting to Minato. "He's supposed to be a symbol of protection, back home."