#...i assume

FOOD. Have you accepted any?

OBLIGATION.

NAMES. Have you given yours?

DEALS. Don’t make any.

here you go dream!

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Noctis’ version of “half-asleep” was pretty much everyone else’s “dead to the world”; but he was reachable when he was in various stages of “almost asleep”.  Sometimes.

He heard Skylar.  He just didn’t really know what she was saying, and he wasn’t sure that wasn’t just some weird dream to hurdle past on the way to a nice, long, deep and dreamless sleep… but the pleading tone finally convinced him into making the effort to open his eyes.

Oh.  Oh yeah, it was… really kind of cold, wasn’t it?  Damn, the weather must have changed pretty dramatically, again.  Mumbling something that wasn’t exactly words, Noctis forced himself to roll over and accessed the Armiger.  Blankets were easy, folded neatly by Ignis… and tumbling forth in a messy pile. He was sleepy, it happened.

“Here.”  He slurred slightly, fighting against his cold-tense muscles to sit up slowly, making sure to hand out blankets even to those who were still asleep.  Or had been, anyway.  Before being assaulted by blankets.  He was aware that he was probably the only one with a body that did that, made it hard to move even when it wasn’t really that cold, but he was still eager to make sure everyone was actually taken care of.  They couldn’t afford sickness, and he just… didn’t want anyone to have to deal with any more discomfort or pain than they had to.