Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

Prompto nodded a little, still regarding Liliana with some concern, but there was a certain sort of curiosity in there, too.

He didn't really get to do much with it, though, because, feeling the confusion over what had just happened and really realizing that Liliana wasn't going to be holding her after all (and thus potentially denying her new shinies), Noctra began to let out that little hitching chuffing sound that almost always preceded some epic wailing.

"Shhh, shhh," Prompto offered, gently, bouncing her a little and rubbing her back, though the threats of more sobs were growing more pronounced,"it's okay, Noctra! It's alright! Aunt Liliana's just tired from all this party stuff! Look, see? Remember the pretty chande--"

But it was no use, and the crying and clinging to his neck and the blubbering that was going to leave his costume all snotty and wet had commenced, and Prompto sent an apologetic, guilty sort of look over at Liliana.

"Sorry, I'll just take her outside. Maybe the boat'll make her feel better."

He started to move awag, offering up more soothing condolances over the crying. "Come on, sweetie. I know, I know, there's so many people and you're tired, let's go see the boatman again, okay?"

Yeah, the creepy zombie boatman, but, hey, Noctra was a Fandom kid.