[ Oh... So that's it. Her memories stretch far beyond his. It seems both cruel and nonsensical, snatching Prompto prematurely from the timeline, leaving him questioning. Aranea frowns unhappily, wondering for a moment if she should tell him or feign ignorance. It's a decision quickly made. What good could come from shielding him? At worst, it might sway him toward the path he's already taken - the right path, as far as Aranea's concerned. He came out of their little adventure in the snow deciding to be exactly the man he should be. ]

I made it out. Those things? They weren't so tough.

[ Actually, it had been dicey for a while. Aranea's pride won't let her do anything less than fib through her teeth about it, happy to make it look easy in the aftermath. ]

You didn't imagine any of it, kid. I found you by a fire - you tried to burn off this - [ She reaches out toward his wrist, and then... Yeah. Right. He doesn't need to block her or flinch away; she comes to her senses of her own accord and lets her hand fall again. After her little incident with Ignis at the ball, it will be remarkable if she ever lets anyone touch her ever again. Sharing, by this world's muddy definition, is something she has no interest in. ] Your tattoo. Made quite a mess, too. I'm surprised your scream didn't alert every MT in a twenty yard radius.