"Days," Noctis confirms. "The Dream Width apparently doesn't like sticking to the same time we do. It's been a couple months since we left Caem for me."

He finally sits down, the pack on his back slowly sliding from one shoulder and into his lap. A little stuffed knife pokes out from the top, but he doesn't even make a note of it. Instead, he focuses on the grain of the wooden tabletop as he answers the question.

"Ardyn made sure she didn't." There. There's the anger and pain, but unlike in the tomb, it's held back. He knows no one deserves it other than Ardyn (and his own weakness). "What's the last thing you remember?"