It takes... a moment, for Regis to interpret both the words and the tears in any way that makes sense, but when he does, he shifts to hold Noctis more comfortably. And tighter.

"I am sorry, Noctis." Was she in Insomnia?

No. Not a question for now.

"So, now I know what to look forward to most, of his. Beans in lasagna notwithstanding." Back to... back to the present, perhaps, or the future. But also soft words, giving Noctis space to regain his own footing, without demands for his attention of any significance.