He scoffed softly at the burning comment and it was probably true, the way Noct was new at these magic powers, magic he'd stayed away from because it was all outside his comfort level.

Prompto was much more comfortable with a gun in hand and a chocobo to ride. At the suggestion they get up he paused for a moment seeming to gauge something. He was trying to get an accurate picture of his mental state.

It was a trick he'd picked up from reading the internet. He nodded. "I can do that."

A simple request and direction, he could handle that, even though the rest of him wasn't entirely sure what to make of things and he was blinded by grief.

Prompto pressed his palm to the ground and used his legs to propel him upward in a standing position. He didn't even wobble. Once he was steady, he held out his hand to Noct, and offer to help him up.