[prompto stops at her words, staring at her wide eyed. that is the last thing he remembers from eos, and yet he never saw aranea meet up with him. relief is imminent, because for once someone (that isn't ardyn) seems to be actually caught up with the events that spurned out of altissia and beyond.]

[he starts up walking again.]

Hold on, that's the building right there.

[his voice is somewhat shaky as he crosses the street quickly before the lights give way to the cars and hoverbikes. he's scanning the door unlocked with his neural implant and one uneventful elevator ride later (filled with awkward silence wherein prompto grasps and pulls at the bandages around his right wrist), he shows the way into the small and humble apartment, with no real sense of privacy or space and minimal amount of furniture. at least there's a couch and two stools.]

[he wastes a few seconds awkwardly motioning at aranea to make herself at home before rushing to the fridge to grab a bottle of water--one which he offers at her.]

There's more if you want another.

[anyone could easily tell he's full of nervous energy; in the end, he decides to sit down, arms on his thighs and nervously fidgeting with his fingers. it's a good thing neither ignis nor noctis are about, one probably scouting the city and the other busy with work.]

--I don't remember meeting with you after. [...he supposes it's fine, to pull off the bandages and allow his tattoo to show; somewhat distorted, a red and messy blemish on his skin, of the burn she speaks of, untreated.] The last thing I remember is trying to burn it off.

[he looks back up at her, expression serious.]

Noct and Iggy don't know anything about Altissia. Have you run into them?