Cor is also trying to get some water out of his equipment as well, though in his case it's his blade's sheath. Hearing that desperate plea, though, makes him stand a little taller. He knows that voice so well by now...

And he's got a well of feelings upon seeing that blonde guy standing there, being all horrified over his camera being soaked. Relief to see him again, and happiness that it's someone familiar and trustworthy. But also a growing concern at the lack of the others around. Why is he not with Noctis and the other retinue members...?

Someone else seems to want that question as well. A coeurl the size of a large dog quietly pads over to the chocobo chick to give it a few sniffs. "Mmrr?" She inquires to her fellow familar, and her blonde human as well, as her whiskers twitch curiously.