It really feels like a natural thing, seeing Prompto absently petting a chocobo chick. It's like seeing Noctis fishing, or Ignis cooking - just an extension of that person as part of who they are, in Cor's mind. It help silence the paranoid voice in the bsck of his head, reassured this isn't an illusion, but the real young sharpshooter.
"Where were you last, then? Which base and what area?" That's kind of important, especially if/because the guys were planning on ultimately getting the Crystal back from the Niffs. Still, the Marshal craves enemy intel, and he'll take anything Prom could offer.
...later, maybe. Right now, he snorts ruefully as he glances down at his sulking companion. "She isn't an ordinary couerl; too small to be even the Lucian breed. I suspect she may be something akin to a Messenger - like Umbra."
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"Where were you last, then? Which base and what area?" That's kind of important, especially if/because the guys were planning on ultimately getting the Crystal back from the Niffs. Still, the Marshal craves enemy intel, and he'll take anything Prom could offer.
...later, maybe. Right now, he snorts ruefully as he glances down at his sulking companion. "She isn't an ordinary couerl; too small to be even the Lucian breed. I suspect she may be something akin to a Messenger - like Umbra."