If the trick worked, then it was good enough. Noctis waited patiently, but was prepared to help his friend up one more time. Yet when he spoke up, a small amount of relief flickered in tired eyes. Good. That was... good. There was a small bit of direction they could follow.

Yet when Prompto offered a hand up, Noctis couldn't help but blink. Huh. Talk about a role reversal.

"Shouldn't I be the one offering you a hand?" He teased, and, despite the fact his eyes are redder than usual, he smiled. Taking that hand and pulling himself up, too.