Noctis let go of him for the moment, wishing he could do more but be there. Yet he smiled faintly at the sound of the laugh. Good. That was- good.

This was one of the few times he hated how his asterisk allowed him to see perfectly fine in the dark. He frowned, looking to Prompto first as if silently asking if it was alright to touch it before he even reached for his arm. After all, he knew how painful that could be.

But he was honestly relieved not to see any burn marks.