She looked up in surprise at the footsteps, holding the moogle in her lap as she did. Iris expected it to be her brother— he was the only one who she thought would be up so early. But, to her surprise, it was Noctis.
The surprise was obvious in her tone. Noctis was the last person she’d expected to come in. Normally, she would have asked what was up. But, considering everything that was happening right then, she decided against it. Instead, she lifted up the moogle, to show him.
❝ Just fixing up the moogle. He took a beating in that last fight. ❞