Well. The combination between the missing touch and telling him he was son with Aulea (he missed Aulea, Six, he missed her so, but it had been his own idiocy that pushed her away, and asking her back close would be too much like ordering her, and he couldn't do that, he couldn't) was dreamlike enough to bring the point across. Or a point across.

Regis frowned, his hand still reaching to hold his mother's even as he looked up at Noctis once more.

"What do I need to do?"