She favored him with another pleased, preening smile and followed it up with a kiss. "We'll have to come back," she told him. "Just you and I, when it's less crowded. And I'll make sure you dress appropriately and we can go have adventures in the Sedgemoor," she laughed. "Silverquill's festival is in the winter - oration, drama and theater, monologues, it's a carnival of words. Perhaps we can come back for that."

Her hand squeezed his. "I am glad I could share this with you. I mean, it's Prompto's thank you, but..."

It was another layer of herself peeled back and offered up to Ignis.