[Noctis lifts his head upon hearing a new voice. Normally a bit sullen and grouchy, he meows before getting up and hopping off the bed. Saoirse brings in the smells of outside and distinctly lacks his scent. Time to fix that by rubbing and winding between her legs, purring in a pleased manner.

Less than pleased sums it up pretty well. Prompto nods. The rifters made their objections known. He can't help but worry if that'll come to haunt them later. Back home, they had to be careful to make sure the empire didn't intercept communication. if the Inquisition was dead set on doing this, well...

Caution will be needed.]

It really helps to know there are natives on our side. But I don't want to see the mages lose what ground they gained.