The whining both did and didn't make sense to him, but it earned another slight squeeze as Noctis listened. His finger was likely on the trigger and it just... happened in the moment. Not that he could blame him.

"She was there, in Tenebrae." He informed Prompto when he paused. "Apparently she's in the search and rescue business, now." Something he desperately wanted to do at the time, to find Prompto himself, but he had to rely on others. Just like he had to, now.

He buried his face in Prompto's shoulder, not wanting him to see the face he was making when he admitted to having a bad time. All because he fell for it and his uncle of who knows how many generations is a godsdamned bastard.